Poems (Linn)/Two Songs
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TWO SONGS.
HE sang from the depths of a mighty sorrow Filling and thrilling his heart and brain,With never a hope for a bright to-morrow, With solemn dirge for a buried pain.The great world kept on its busy way Nor thought nor cared for his mournful lay.
He sang from the height of a mighty gladness Filling and thrilling the heart and soul,With never a thought of old-time sadness, Or old-time sinning beyond control.The great world turned from its busy way To join with him in his joyous lay.