Poems (Linn)/Two Songs
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TWO SONGS.
HE sang from the depths of a mighty sorrow
Filling and thrilling his heart and brain,
With never a hope for a bright to-morrow,
With solemn dirge for a buried pain.
The great world kept on its busy way
Nor thought nor cared for his mournful lay.
Filling and thrilling his heart and brain,
With never a hope for a bright to-morrow,
With solemn dirge for a buried pain.
The great world kept on its busy way
Nor thought nor cared for his mournful lay.
He sang from the height of a mighty gladness
Filling and thrilling the heart and soul,
With never a thought of old-time sadness,
Or old-time sinning beyond control.
The great world turned from its busy way
To join with him in his joyous lay.
Filling and thrilling the heart and soul,
With never a thought of old-time sadness,
Or old-time sinning beyond control.
The great world turned from its busy way
To join with him in his joyous lay.