Show C EDMON I do not know I think I cannot sing sing My hand harld is is trembling so the room so still I T 3 fated that I Jail fail fail so weak my will Pass on the harp I cannot touch its string i A I plunge into the night the doors behind me swing Oh all the dark without is is drear and chill Yet better than the feast this moorland hill hillAnd hill hill- f And now I hear their mocking laughter ring I could not sing sin alone of all the rest And my hot tears fall fast into the night The meek meek eyed eyed herd stirs not Oh Oh vision vision blest What art thou standing there with brow of light f What is is this melody that round me rings It cannot be L 1 Yea Lord mine mine own voice voice sings I The We lies ley Magazine |