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 THERE IS NO END FOR SOULS LIKE HIS. John Greenleaf Whittier.

''Andante. (Not slow.)''

1. Re - vive a - gain, thou sum - mer rain, The bro - ken turf up -

2. With calm and beau-ty sym - bo - lize The peace which fol - lows

3. For safe with right and truth he is, As God lives he must

on his bed! Breathe, sum - mer wind, thy ten - d'rest strain Of

long an - noy, And lend our earth - bent, mourn-ing eyes Some

live al - way; There is no end for souls like his, No

low, sweet mu - sic o - ver - head, sweet mu - sic o - ver - head!

hint of his di - vin - er joy, of his di - vin - er joy.

night for chil - dren of the day, for chil - dren of the day!