Song
Not the mysterious music of the heights,
The grandeur of harmony whose eagling flights
Wing us to clouds dim, distant, dark, and dull.
Give us the simple songs that, free and full,
Find echo in our hearts, as when we lift
The lattice, that through all the house may drift
The red-robed robin's twittering song, that wings
Its flight by the vined window as it sings.
The grandeur of harmony whose eagling flights
Wing us to clouds dim, distant, dark, and dull.
Give us the simple songs that, free and full,
Find echo in our hearts, as when we lift
The lattice, that through all the house may drift
The red-robed robin's twittering song, that wings
Its flight by the vined window as it sings.
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