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RISE and sing, thou deathless melody—

Life's blended song—

Bearing on wings of sound aloft with thee

A mortal throng.

Lo, living yet, belovèd, lingering strain,

My harp of old,

Voice of a patience that hath borne the pain

Of years untold!

Each olden chord awaketh, every tone,

Soaring at length,

Mingling a mighty gladness with a groan

Of fallen strength.