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SONG-SAVOUR
O gift, O priceless gift of song,
Of honey-savoured rhymes that fall
Unrecked as roseleaves 'mid the throng,
Yet find some lodging in us all;
Of honey-savoured rhymes that fall
Unrecked as roseleaves 'mid the throng,
Yet find some lodging in us all;
And hid 'mid half-worn memories,
Will sweeten many a loveless term,
And save youth's rainbow tapestries
From eld's corrupting moth and worm!
Will sweeten many a loveless term,
And save youth's rainbow tapestries
From eld's corrupting moth and worm!
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