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First Line: But that one air for all that throng! And yet
Last Line: Margaret steele anderson.
Subject(s): Religion; Violins; Theology


But that one air for all that throng! And yet
How variously the magic strain swept through
Those thousand hearts! I saw young eyes that knew
Only earth's fairest sights, grow dim and wet;
While eyes long fed on visions of regret,
Beheld the rose of hope spring up from rue.
For some the night-wind in thy music blew;
For some, the spring's celestial clarinet!
And each heart knew its own: the poet heard,
Ravished, the song his lips could never free;
The girl, her lover's swift impassioned word;
The mother thought, "Oh little, buried face!"
And one, through veil of doubt and agony,
Saw Christ, alone in the dim garden-place!

Margaret Steele Anderson.





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