The Growth Of Song.
A tender song in shadows grew, And humble hearts were homes it knew. But through its wondrous music stole The longings of the human soul; The hopes of hosts unsatisfied Within its numbers wandered wide; And strangely wet with toilsome tears It held the yearnings of the years; Till millions with their woes oppressed, Proclaimed the song of peace and rest; Till nations in their troubled ways Found comfort in the joyous lays, And all the halting race of wrong Exalts the loving might of song! Ah, song that soothes our many cries With fondness of thy lullabies, We love, we bless, we scepter thee Proud empress of the hearts that be!
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"A tender song in shadows grew,..."
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