Poems (Linn)/The Wandering Minstrel
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THE WANDERING MINSTREL.
LOVE, the wandering minstrel strays
From door to door in strange disguise,
His coming is a sweet surprise
And thrills to joy life's darkest ways.
His harp is gold and sweet the string
For rich and poor, for high and low;
Crowned monarchs to his music bow
And pour red wine as to a king.
The minstrel may not tarry late
But in our hearts the song we bear,
It beats and thrills; and echoing there
Becomes our watchword and our fate;
Death's mighty, trembling chord shall prove
The deathlessness of human love.
From door to door in strange disguise,
His coming is a sweet surprise
And thrills to joy life's darkest ways.
His harp is gold and sweet the string
For rich and poor, for high and low;
Crowned monarchs to his music bow
And pour red wine as to a king.
The minstrel may not tarry late
But in our hearts the song we bear,
It beats and thrills; and echoing there
Becomes our watchword and our fate;
Death's mighty, trembling chord shall prove
The deathlessness of human love.