Songs, Merry and Sad by John Charles McNeill
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page 65 of 71 (91%)
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The new still holds the old moon in her arms;
The ancient charms Of dew and dusk Still lure her nomad odors from the musk, And, at each day's millennial eclipse, On new men's lips, Some old song starts, Made of the music of millennial hearts, Whereto one listens as from long ago And learns to know That one day's tears And love and life are as a thousand years', And that some simple shepherd, singing of His pain and love, May haply find His heart-song speaks the heart of all his kind. "97": The Fast Mail Where the rails converge to the station yard She stands one moment, breathing hard, |
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