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Poems
If I can touch one aching chord
And hush its moaning,—drive away
The vultures from some dying hope,
And show to shattered dreams a ray
And hush its moaning,—drive away
The vultures from some dying hope,
And show to shattered dreams a ray
Of something fairer than the dream,—
A courage that shall triumph yet,—
For this dear gift of poesy
I surely shall have paid my debt.
A courage that shall triumph yet,—
For this dear gift of poesy
I surely shall have paid my debt.
Let others sing of birds and flowers,
Of sunsets fair in rose and gold,
But I would sing the human heart,
And all the wonders it can hold.
Of sunsets fair in rose and gold,
But I would sing the human heart,
And all the wonders it can hold.
