SUN AND SHOWER.
He . . .
Deep runs a silent music
Through my laborious days:
I set your name, Beloved,
To a hundred thousand lays.
Through my laborious days:
I set your name, Beloved,
To a hundred thousand lays.
The clang of a distant organ
At the corner leaps and falls.
I go my way rejoicing,
In the love that it recalls.
At the corner leaps and falls.
I go my way rejoicing,
In the love that it recalls.
Through the din of many journeys
A song within me peals,
To a running bass of the rattle,
The endless roar of wheels.
A song within me peals,
To a running bass of the rattle,
The endless roar of wheels.
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