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1851–1898

A SONG LONG AGO.

George Parsons Lathrop

Through the pauses of thy fervid singing Fell crystal sound That thy fingers from the keys were flinging Lightly around:

I felt the vine-like harmonies close clinging About my soul; And to my eyes, as fruit of their sweet bringing, The full tear stole!

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