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GOD'S SINGER


He bore a harp within his hand,
And on his breast outspread
The flower, that from the dawn to dusk,
For love of one o'erhead.
Still follows on a look, till all
Its golden leaves are shed;
Ye had not called him grave or gay,
For old nor yet for young
Ye had not known him; so he seem'd
To be them all in one;
And only in his smile ye knew
The Singer ere he sung.

"A Name,a Name is in my heart,
It bideth, hidden long,
Because my hand hath not a chord
That would not do it wrong;
So pure is it, so sweet, unmeet
For rounding of a song,
Yet in the cleft, its honey left
Hath made my spirit strong.