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SPIRIT OF SONG

Euphony, born in the realms of the tearless, Mingling thy notes with the voices of Earth;Wanting thee, all would be dreary and cheerless, Weaver of harmony, giver of mirth.    Comfort of child and sage,    With us in youth and age,Soothing the weak and inspiring the strong,    Illuming the blackest night,    Making the day more bright,Oh! thou art dear to us, Spirit of Song!
Oft in the springtime, sweet words of affection Are whispered by thee in thy tenderest tone,And in the winter dark clouds of dejection By thee are dispelled till all sorrow has flown.    Thou’rt with the zephyrs low,    And with the brooklet’s flow,And with the feathered choir all the year long;    Happy each child of thine,    Blest with thy gifts divine,Charming our senses, sweet Spirit of Song!

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