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The lively Shadow-World of Song.
The lively Shadow-World of Song.
 I can not sing the old songs now!
 It is not that I deem them low,
  'Tis read more 
 I can not sing the old songs now!
 It is not that I deem them low,
  'Tis that I can't remember how
   They go. 
California sunlight - sweet Calcutta rain - Honolulu starbright - the song remains the same.
California sunlight - sweet Calcutta rain - Honolulu starbright - the song remains the same.
I learned very early in life that: "Without a song, the day would never end; without a friend, a man read more
I learned very early in life that: "Without a song, the day would never end; without a friend, a man ain't got a friend; without a song, the road would never bend- without a song" So I keep singing a song.
 He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
 In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci."  
 He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute,
 In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci." 
 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. 
 Such songs have power to quiet
 The restless pulse of care,
  And come like the benediction
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 Such songs have power to quiet
 The restless pulse of care,
  And come like the benediction
   That follows after prayer. 
The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.
The song is ended / But the melody lingers on.
 And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,
 My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps
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 And grant that when I face the grisly Thing,
 My song may trumptet down the gray Perhaps
  Let me be as a tune-swept fiddlestring
   That feels the Master Melody--and snaps.