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O FRIEND, BEGIN A LOFTIER SONG
I'll weep no more, I'll sing no lays
To bury Youth for idle praise!"
To bury Youth for idle praise!"
O friend, begin a loftier song.
Come through the gateway of the Past,
Dear friend. The world will hear at last
The little songs the poets sing:
Do thou with anthems make it ring!
Come through the gateway of the Past,
Dear friend. The world will hear at last
The little songs the poets sing:
Do thou with anthems make it ring!
