Title: "The Song"

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My song is sung ten thousand years
My voice is never ending
The world in silence ever hears
The heartsore hymn ascending

The sighing of the blessed night
The call of day unfolding
The rush of wings in soaring flight
No tune the earth withholding

The sun shall soon in glory rise
The night’s repose to follow
Reflected in a people’s eyes
The dance of sweet Apollo

And though my song shall move the earth
In song is healed and broken
I am the dying and the birth
I am the hymn awoken.