The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

The song on its mighty pinions
Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven.

I cannot sing the old songs
Though well I know the tune,
Familiar as a cradle-song
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I cannot sing the old songs
Though well I know the tune,
Familiar as a cradle-song
With sleep-compelling croon;
Yet though I'm filled with music,
As choirs of summer birds,
"I cannot sing the old songs"--
I do not know the words.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

Song forbids victorious deeds to die.

I think, whatever mortals crave,
With impotent endeavor,
A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
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I think, whatever mortals crave,
With impotent endeavor,
A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave--
The world goes round forever;
I think that life is not too long,
And therefore I determine,
That many people read a song,
Who will not read a sermon.

I'm a sensitive guy. If you are a woman and you're in any kind of emotional duress and you write read more

I'm a sensitive guy. If you are a woman and you're in any kind of emotional duress and you write a song about it, I'll buy you album.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

The lively Shadow-World of Song.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.

You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.

You must pass your days in song. Let your whole life be a song.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.