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THE SINGER, by            
First Line: She sang with the voice of an angel
Last Line: "I sing for him alone."
Subject(s): Death; Grief; Heaven; Love; Love - Loss Of; Memory; Dead, The; Sorrow; Sadness; Paradise

SHE sang with the voice of an angel
The songs so old and dear,
Till men forgot their striving
And Heaven seemed more near.
Poor careworn hearts and weary
Drank in the golden showers,
Till life no more seemed dreary,
And Hope put forth her flowers.

Then the great world offered glory
And wealth and power and fame;
Life's pathway strewn with roses
By the magic of her name.
The glowing hand of pleasure
Should soothe the idle day,
And earth her every treasure
Should scatter by the way.

But the singer smiled unheeding,
And raised her eyes above,
"I need no pride or pleasure,
I sing no song but love;
The love of Him Who taught me
And fashioned every tone;
For Him Who died and bought me,
I sing for Him alone."

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