Poems (Linn)/The Wandering Minstrel
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THE WANDERING MINSTREL.
LOVE, the wandering minstrel straysFrom door to door in strange disguise,His coming is a sweet surpriseAnd thrills to joy life's darkest ways.His harp is gold and sweet the stringFor rich and poor, for high and low;Crowned monarchs to his music bowAnd pour red wine as to a king.The minstrel may not tarry lateBut in our hearts the song we bear,It beats and thrills; and echoing thereBecomes our watchword and our fate;Death's mighty, trembling chord shall proveThe deathlessness of human love.