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Show A DIMB POF.T. Oh, to sing out1 mighty stnim, One praihi'lij bur-it l' .-oug, Full of an immortal lmin, Deep and tremulous nmi slrx.nj;'; Ouivcrinn; with lliu bitter cry, Willi the yorninu; nguuy, Hrriiking forth lor evermore From men's woundrd honrl- find -ori.r! Tlmt bhould tntvt'l through tin years; Mend its music with tho spheric, tvo for ayn, nnd hnvc itn pnrt In tlm tbrobbings of the heart! Kvr-nin tho voieplcss Rrnve, That mt pr-iive to wbieh 1 go. Though the wintFy winds hni il rnvo, And the air bo thick with snow; Though tho boughs should .-ih above, And tlie. hearts of those I love He beginning to forget Any lingering regret, Should tho music of ihnt -train AVann my frozen heart again. Jiut. ah me! it may nit be Still the mocking music slip.-, And tho soul's deep inu'udy Dies in sobs upon tho lips. In the grim grave shall I lie, "With shut lips and sightle-s eye, And Ihe world will laugh to scorn That sweet hymn that died imboin. |