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254 Strikes the impassioned lyre,

Takes into tunèd sound the flaming sight

And ushers with new song the ancient night.

III

How to the singer comes the song?

Bowed down by ill and sorrow

On every morrow—

The unworded pain breaks forth in heavenly singing;

Not all too late dear solace bringing

To broken spirits winging

Through mortal anguish to the unknown rest—

A lyric balm for every wounded breast.

IV

How to the singer comes the song?

How to the summer fields

Come flowers? How yields

Darkness to happy dawn? How doth the night

Bring stars? O, how do love and light

Leap at the sound and sight

Of her who makes this dark world seem less wrong—

Life of his life, and soul of all his song!

"LIKE THE BRIGHT PICTURE"

REMEMBRANCE OF BEAUTY

look finds loveliness in all the world:

Ah, who shall say—This, this is loveliest!