A VINDICATION by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON

Say what you will of "rhymesters,"
And "the poet in the spring,"
The earth has more of music
Because he tries to sing.

He may not soar to Alpine heights
If nature clipped his wing,
And few, indeed, may know his name
When he has ceased to sing;

But how we'd miss the many birds
That sing a minor strain,
And the unassuming lilies
That blossom in the lane!

For they help to swell the chorus
Of the song that never dies,
As the music of creation
Is ascending to the skies.

Then sing your little heart-song!
It may cheer another soul
As he marches up the mountain,
As he presses to the goal.

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