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Show A Song of Life. Prnlsetl 1 the lips of the Morn For tholr musluil message of Light, For their Mrd-chnntPil burden of Bong; Praised be the young llarth leborn For ItH freshness nnd glnrj nnd might, And tho thoughts .if high solemn de- That nt OnBh of its purity throng. Praised be the lips of tho Day For their clnrlnn call to tho Meld, Where the Hnttle of Llfo must bo fought Praised bo the lire of tbo fray. Where tho mul Is leflned nnd nnnenlcd, And tho spirit herolo revealed. And puro gold from base Bubstnnces wrought. Praised be tho lips of tho Night For tholr murmurous messngo of Ilest, For their lullnby, motherly sweet. Piulscil be tho dreams of delight WIiIIp tired Life Is asleep In Love's nest, And In harmony tender nnd blest Heaven's calm nnd earth's loveliness meet. , Israel Zangwlll. |