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THE HEART'S MUSIC.
The bird that to the evening sings
Leaves music, when her song is ended;
A sweetness left—which takes not wings—
But with each pulse of eve is blended:
Thus life involves a double light,
Our acts and words have many brothers;
The heart that makes its own delight
Makes also a delight for others.
Leaves music, when her song is ended;
A sweetness left—which takes not wings—
But with each pulse of eve is blended:
Thus life involves a double light,
Our acts and words have many brothers;
The heart that makes its own delight
Makes also a delight for others.
The owls that hoot from midnight tower
Shed gloom and discord ere they leave it;
And sweetness closes, like a flower
That shuts itself from tones that grieve it:
Thus life involves or double joy,
Or double gloom, for each hath brothers;
The heart that makes its own annoy
Makes also an annoy for others.
Shed gloom and discord ere they leave it;
And sweetness closes, like a flower
That shuts itself from tones that grieve it:
Thus life involves or double joy,
Or double gloom, for each hath brothers;
The heart that makes its own annoy
Makes also an annoy for others.
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