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XVII.

Let my voice ring out and over the earth,

Through all the grief and strife,
With a golden joy in a silver mirth:
Thank God for Life!

Let my voice swell out through the great abyss
To the azure dome above,
With a chord of faith in the harp of bliss:
Thank God for Love!

Let my voice thrill out beneath and above,
The whole world through:
O my Love and Life, O my Life and Love,
Thank God for you!

XVIII.

The wine of Love is music,

And the feast of Love is song:
And when Love sits down to the banquet,
Love sits long: