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Miracle, and Other Poems-Virna Sheard · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: Dedication of the Miracle and other poems by Verna shared
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  Speaker 1: read for lebevakstadt Org by Anusha A year to my
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  Speaker 1: dear brother Eldrich Stanton Junior, who died bravely at Niagara
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  Speaker 1: on the afternoon of Sunday, February fourth, nineteen twelve. No
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  Speaker 1: tears for thee no tears or sighs or breaking heart,
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  Speaker 1: but smiles that thou so well, that bitter hour didst
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  Speaker 1: play thy part. Verna Shared end of Dedication. This recording
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  Speaker 1: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Miracle by Verna Surd read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 2: by Larie Wilson. Up from the templed city of the Jews,
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  Speaker 2: the road ran straight and white to Jericho, the city
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  Speaker 2: of the Palms, the city of Delight. Down that hill
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  Speaker 2: rode from far Judean hills. The shepherds drove their sheep
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  Speaker 2: at silver dawn, at stirring of the birds, when men
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  Speaker 2: were all asleep full many went that weary way at noon,
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  Speaker 2: or rested by the trees, Romans and slaves, gentiles and
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  Speaker 2: bearded priests, sinners and pharisees. But when the pink clouds
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  Speaker 2: drifted far and high, like rose leaves blowing past, when
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  Speaker 2: in the west, where one star blessed the sky, the
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  Speaker 2: gates of day shut fast. All travelers journeyed home, and
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  Speaker 2: the moonlight washed the road fresh and sweet, until it
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  Speaker 2: seemed a gleaming ivory path waiting for royal feet. Now
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  Speaker 2: it was noon, and life at its full tide, rolled
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  Speaker 2: ever to and fro, a restless sea between Jerusalem and
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  Speaker 2: White Wall. That Jericho. Blind Bartimaeus, by the highwayside, sat
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  Speaker 2: begging neath the trees, and heard the world go by,
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  Speaker 2: gentile and Jews, sinners and Pharisees. Blind Bartimaeus, of the
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  Speaker 2: mask like face and patient outstretched hand, he upon whom
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  Speaker 2: his God has set a mark no man might understand.
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  Speaker 2: Blind Bartimaeus, of the lonely dark, who knew no thing
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  Speaker 2: called fear, but dreamt his dreams, and heard the little
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  Speaker 2: sounds no man but he could hear. He heard the
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  Speaker 2: beating of the bird's soft wings uprising through the air.
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  Speaker 2: He heard the camel's footfall in the dust, and knew
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  Speaker 2: who traveled there. He heard the lizard when it moved
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  Speaker 2: at noon on the gray sunlit wall. He heard the
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  Speaker 2: far off temple bells. What time He felt the shadows
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  Speaker 2: fall Now in the golden hour. He stooped to hear
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  Speaker 2: a muffled sound, and low a tramping of myriad sandaled
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  Speaker 2: feet that came from Jericho. Then on the road a
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  Speaker 2: little lad he knew, ran past with eager cry, O, Bartimaeus,
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  Speaker 2: give thine heart good cheer, for David's son comes by.
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  Speaker 2: He comes, He comes, and sad one who can say
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  Speaker 2: what he may do for thee. He makes the lame
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  Speaker 2: to walk, He heals the sick, He makes the blind
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  Speaker 2: to see. He makes the blind to see. O, God
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  Speaker 2: of hosts beyond the sky called blue. What if Messiah
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  Speaker 2: cometh to his own? What if the words be true?
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  Speaker 2: On his swift way, the little herald sped like bird
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  Speaker 2: upon the wing and left the man brown beggar whorld
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  Speaker 2: forgot fighting for Israel's king. But when the dusk came
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  Speaker 2: whirling to his feet, when the mad throng drew near,
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  Speaker 2: blind Bartimaeus rose, and from his lips a cry rang
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  Speaker 2: loud and clear, the cry of all the ages of
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  Speaker 2: each soul in sad captivity, the endless cry from depths
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  Speaker 2: of bitter woe, Have mercy upon me. What though the
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  Speaker 2: wild oncoming multitude jested and bade him cease, What though
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  Speaker 2: the scribes and mighty pharisees told him to keep his peace,
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  Speaker 2: What though his heart grew faint, and all the strength
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  Speaker 2: slipped from each trembling limb, The one of all the
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  Speaker 2: earth his soul desired, stood still and spoke to him.
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  Speaker 2: Then silence fell, while the upheaving throng as sea waves backward,
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  Speaker 2: curled left a great path. And down the path there
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  Speaker 2: shone the light of all the world, the light from
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  Speaker 2: whose mysterious golden depths the sun rose in his might,
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  Speaker 2: The light from whose white hidden fires were lit the
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  Speaker 2: torches of the night. The light that, shining on a
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  Speaker 2: thing of clay, giveth it life and will. The light that,
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  Speaker 2: with an unknown power, can blast and bid all life
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  Speaker 2: be still, The light that calls a ray of its
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  Speaker 2: own light, a man's undying soul, a light that lifts
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  Speaker 2: the broken lives of earth touches and makes them whole up.
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  Speaker 2: Towards the radiance, Bartimaeus went alone and poor and blind,
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  Speaker 2: feeling his way, if haply it led on to one
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  Speaker 2: he fain would find. Then spoke the voice again, Oh,
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  Speaker 2: mystic words of compelling grace. The curtain rose from off
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  Speaker 2: his darkened sight, he saw the King's own face, so
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  Speaker 2: strangely beauty, so strangely near. He worshiped with his eyes,
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  Speaker 2: unheeding that for him. At last there shone the sunlit
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  Speaker 2: noonday skies. What though the climboring crowd echoed his name
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  Speaker 2: and too its utmost rim, he only saw the Christ,
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  Speaker 2: and in the light he rose and followed him. Oh, Bartimaeus,
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  Speaker 2: of the mask like face and patient outstretched hand was
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  Speaker 2: it for this God set on thee the mark no
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  Speaker 2: man might understand? End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Crow by Vernad Schitt read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 3: personia the crow Hey, little Harold art thou then, returning
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  Speaker 3: from summer lands, this wild and winterrn day has brought
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  Speaker 3: the word for which our hearts are yearning, That spring
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  Speaker 3: is on the way. Hark Now there comes a clear,
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  Speaker 3: insistent calling from hilltops crested with untarnished snow. The trumpet
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  Speaker 3: notes are drifting, floating, falling whenever the breeze is blow.
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  Speaker 3: Winter is over and the spring is coming. Glad is
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  Speaker 3: thy message, little page in black. Winter is over and
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  Speaker 3: the spring is coming. The spring is coming back. Tell me, o, prophet,
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  Speaker 3: bird of somber feather, who taught thee all the mysteries
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  Speaker 3: of spring. Didst note each passing mood of wind and
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  Speaker 3: weather while flying to the northern buoyant wing, Or didst
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  Speaker 3: thou rest upon the bare brown branches, and here the
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  Speaker 3: sep go singing through the trees. Didst watch with keen,
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  Speaker 3: far seeing downward glances the leaves unlock theirselves with fairy keys.
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  Speaker 3: What though thy voice has not a trace of sweetness,
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  Speaker 3: it thrills one through and through with promises of joy
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  Speaker 3: in all completeness. What time the skies are blue, when
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  Speaker 3: robins from the apple trees are flinging out on the
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  Speaker 3: air their silver shower of song in lilac days, when
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  Speaker 3: children run as singing, No single thought shall do thy
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  Speaker 3: memory wrong. Winter is over and the spring is coming,
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  Speaker 3: Sweet ared tidings, little page in black. Winter is over
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  Speaker 3: and the spring is coming. The spring is coming back.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: When April comes by Werner shird Redfolibrox dot org by
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  Speaker 4: iswa in Belgium in August twenty sixteen. When April comes
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  Speaker 4: with softly shining eyes and daffodils bound in her wind
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  Speaker 4: blown hair. Oh, she will coax all clouds from out
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  Speaker 4: the sky eyes, and every day will bring some sweet surprise.
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  Speaker 4: The swallows will come swinging through the air when April comes.
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  Speaker 4: When April comes, with tender smile and tear, dear dandelions
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  Speaker 4: will guile the common ways, and at the break of
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  Speaker 4: morning we will hear the piping of the robin's crystal clear,
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  Speaker 4: while bubblings will whistle through the days when April comes.
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  Speaker 4: When April comes, the world so wise and old, will
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  Speaker 4: half forget that it is worn and gray. Winter will
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  Speaker 4: seem but as a tale long told. Its bitter winds,
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  Speaker 4: with all its frost and cold, will be the bygone
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  Speaker 4: things of yesterday when April comes. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Kiss matt by Werner sheard red forlibuvax dot org by Anusha.
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  Speaker 2: A year.
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  Speaker 1: Love came to her unsought. Love served her many ways,
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  Speaker 1: and patiently Love followed her throughout the nights and days.
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  Speaker 1: Love spent his life for her, and hid his tears
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  Speaker 1: and sighs. He bartered all his soul for her. With tender,
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  Speaker 1: pleading eyes, her scarlet mouth that smiled mocked lightly at
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  Speaker 1: his woe, and while she would not bid him stay,
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  Speaker 1: She did not bid him go, but hope within him
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  Speaker 1: failed until he pled no more, and cold and still
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  Speaker 1: he turned his face away from her heart's door. Long
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  Speaker 1: were the days she watched for one who never came
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  Speaker 1: through sleepless nights. Her white lips bore the burden of
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  Speaker 1: a name. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 3: A Song of Summer Days by Verna Sheard read philipprivox
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  Speaker 3: dot org Basonia A song of summer days. As pearls
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  Speaker 3: slip off a silken string and fall into the sea,
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  Speaker 3: These rounded summer days fall back into eternity, into the
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  Speaker 3: deep from whence they came into the mystery and set
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  Speaker 3: of sun. Each one slips back as pearls into the sea.
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  Speaker 3: They are so sweet, so warm and sweet love fain
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  Speaker 3: would hold them fast. He weeps when through his finger
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  Speaker 3: tips they slip away at last end of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: At the play by Werner shared read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: org by Jason am Rhine. Just above the boxes and
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  Speaker 5: where the highlights fall, looketh down a carven face from.
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  Speaker 6: Out the gilded wall.
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  Speaker 5: Van Dyke Beard embroidered rough silently confess that he lived
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  Speaker 5: and loved perchance in days of good queen bess laces
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  Speaker 5: fine and linen sheer, curled and perfumed hair. Well became
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  Speaker 5: those gentlemen of gay and sussant air. See he gazeth
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  Speaker 5: evermore at the stage below, noteth well the players as
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  Speaker 5: they quickly come and go, Queens and kings and maidens,
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  Speaker 5: fair motley, fools and friars, lords and ladies, stately dames, mounted,
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  Speaker 5: knights and squires. Well he knoweth all them, all the
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  Speaker 5: grave and gay. These are they he dreamt of in
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  Speaker 5: the far and far away saints and sinners. See they
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  Speaker 5: come down the bygone years, and the world still shares
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  Speaker 5: with them its laughter and its tears. Still we haunt
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  Speaker 5: the greenwood for love of Rosalind. Still we hear the
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  Speaker 5: just as bells a jingle on the wind, Still the frenzied.
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  Speaker 5: More we fear, and even yet breathless, wait before the
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  Speaker 5: tomb of all the capulate. Though the slow years pass away,
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  Speaker 5: Yet on land and sea follow we the Danish Prince
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  Speaker 5: in sad soliloquy, And I fancy sometimes when the round
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  Speaker 5: moon saileth high. Yet in venice meet the Jew as
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  Speaker 5: he goeth by, just above the boxes, and where the
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  Speaker 5: high lights fall, looketh down a carven face from out
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  Speaker 5: the gilded.
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  Speaker 6: Wall and of palm.
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  Speaker 5: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Christmas Babernaschid read Philiprivostodorg PYSNYA Christmas with all the little
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  Speaker 3: children far and near God, what to day will sing
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  Speaker 3: a song of cheer to rosy lips and eyes that
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  Speaker 3: know not guile. We one and all will give back
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  Speaker 3: smile for smile, and for the sake of all the
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  Speaker 3: small and gay, we will be children also, for to
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  Speaker 3: day holly will hang with mistletoe above God. What to
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  Speaker 3: day will sing a song of love, and we will
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  Speaker 3: trip on merry heel and toe with all the fair
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  Speaker 3: who lightly come and go. We will deny the years
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  Speaker 3: lie behind, and say that age is only in the mind.
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  Speaker 3: And to the needy in whatever place God, what to
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  Speaker 3: day we lend the hand of grace. For where is
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  Speaker 3: he who hath not need himself, although he dine on
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  Speaker 3: silver or on delf And we who pass and not
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  Speaker 3: this Christmas day may never meet again on a life's highway.
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  Speaker 3: But when the lights are lit and they has flown,
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  Speaker 3: God what there will be some who sit alone, who
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  Speaker 3: sit and gaze into the embers glow, and watch strange
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  Speaker 3: things that flitter to and fro, the ghosts of dreams,
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  Speaker 3: and faces long unseen, shadows of shadows, things that once
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  Speaker 3: have been. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 3: public domain. The hard Courageous waverna sheared read filiprivok stood
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  Speaker 3: alk by Sonya. The hard courageous, who had a hard
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  Speaker 3: courageous will fight with right, good cheer for well may
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  Speaker 3: he his foes outface, who owns no foe called fear,
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  Speaker 3: who hath a hard courageous will fight as knight of
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  Speaker 3: old for that which he doth count his own, against
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  Speaker 3: the world to hold, who hath a hard courageous will
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  Speaker 3: fight both night and day against the host invisible that
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  Speaker 3: holds his soul at bay, who hath a hard courageous
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  Speaker 3: rests with tranquility for time he counts not as his foe,
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  Speaker 3: nor death his enemy. And of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: A song by Werner shard at folibevagsdat Org by Nusha Ayir.
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  Speaker 1: Love maketh that sown in summer time tis June Love.
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  Speaker 1: When we are together, and little I care for the
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  Speaker 1: frost in the air. For the heart makes its own
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  Speaker 1: summer weather. Love maketh its own winter time. And though
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  Speaker 1: the hills blossom with heather, if you are not near,
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  Speaker 1: tis December, my dear, For the heart makes its own
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  Speaker 1: winter weather. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Call by Werner shad readfolibrovrox dot org By iswa
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  Speaker 4: in Belgium in August twenty sixteen. Across the dusty, foot
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  Speaker 4: worn street, and blessed of flower or tree. Faint and
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  Speaker 4: far off there ever sounds the calling of the sea.
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  Speaker 4: From out the quiet of the hills, where purple shadows lie.
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  Speaker 4: The pine trees murmur, Come and rest, and let the
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  Speaker 4: world go by. The west wind whispers all night long. Oh,
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  Speaker 4: journey forth far to the green and pleasant places where
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  Speaker 4: little rivers are. And the soft and silken rustling of
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  Speaker 4: bending yellow wheat says, see the harvest moon that dims
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  Speaker 4: the arc lights of the street. Though the city holds
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  Speaker 4: thee captive by trick, and while anuore out yonder lies
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  Speaker 4: the loveliness of things that shall endure. The river road
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  Speaker 4: is wide and fair, the prairie path is free, and
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  Speaker 4: still the old earth waits to give her strength and
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  Speaker 4: joy to thee end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: The knight Errant by Verna Sheard, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 7: Org by Tom penn.
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  Speaker 2: Keen.
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  Speaker 7: In his blood ran the old man desire to right
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  Speaker 7: the world's wrongs and champion truth. Deep in his eyes
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  Speaker 7: shone a heaven lit fire and royal and radiant day
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  Speaker 7: dreams of youth. Gracious was he to both beggar and stranger,
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  Speaker 7: and for a rose tossed from fair finger tips. He
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  Speaker 7: would have ridden hard, pressed through all danger, the rose
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  Speaker 7: on his heart and a song on his lips. All
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  Speaker 7: the king's foes. He counted his foemen, his not to
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  Speaker 7: say that a cause could be lost, spirits like his face,
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  Speaker 7: the enemy's bowmen on long vanished fields, nor counted the cost.
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  Speaker 7: Wide was his outlook, in far was his vision soul.
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  Speaker 7: Fretting trifles he sent down the wind. Small griefs gained
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  Speaker 7: only his cheerful derision. God's weather always was fair to
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  Speaker 7: his mind, but he would comfort a child who was
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  Speaker 7: crying nightly his deed to all so distress. Never a
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  Speaker 7: beast by their roadside lay dying, he did not stoop
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  Speaker 7: too with gentle caress, and by the old and the
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  Speaker 7: sad and the broken, often he lingered a well beloved guest.
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  Speaker 7: Dear was his voice, whatever the word spoken, sweetening their
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  Speaker 7: day with a song or a jest. In the far
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  Speaker 7: times of brave ballad and story, men of his make
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  Speaker 7: kept the gates of the sea, wrought mighty deeds of
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  Speaker 7: power and glory, scattered their tyrants, and set the land free.
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  Speaker 7: In the far times, when perchance hearts were stronger, when
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  Speaker 7: for a faith men could face death alone, and it
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  Speaker 7: would seem that love lasted longer. Such a white soul
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  Speaker 7: would have come to its own. Down in the city
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  Speaker 7: the people but noted one who was silent when things
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  Speaker 7: went awry, toiled at dull tasks, and was strangely devoted
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  Speaker 7: to small deeds of kindness that others passed by. Down
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  Speaker 7: in the city the people but noted one who thought
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  Speaker 7: little of wealth and dislays, one whose true words were
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  Speaker 7: full often misquoted, one who laughed lightly at blame or
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  Speaker 7: at praise. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 7: public domain.
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  Speaker 8: A Southern lullaby by Verna Shard read for thebrivox dot
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  Speaker 8: Org by Marianne. Little honeybaby, shut your eyes up, tight shut.
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  Speaker 9: Aman is coming from de MoU.
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  Speaker 8: Use as sweet as roses. If they is so pink
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  Speaker 8: and white, shut Omana'll get here mighty soon, Little honeybaby,
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  Speaker 8: keep your footsies still rocky bye or rocky rocky bar
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  Speaker 8: Hush show now and listen to that lonesome whipper will.
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  Speaker 8: Don't you fix your lip and start to cry, Little
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  Speaker 8: honey baby, stop that wink and quick hiddy hootoel ind
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  Speaker 8: the cotton woo. Yes, I seize your eyes a doin'
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  Speaker 8: that dear trifling trick he gets chillin' if they isn't good,
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  Speaker 8: Little honey baby, what you think you see?
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  Speaker 9: Sister?
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  Speaker 8: Keep on climbing too, descar. That's a june bug. It
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  Speaker 8: ain't got no stinger like a bee.
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  Speaker 9: Reach the glory city by and.
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  Speaker 8: Bye, little honey baby, what you're scary at?
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  Speaker 9: Go down Moses, down to fary.
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  Speaker 8: No, that isn't nothin but a furry fly.
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  Speaker 9: Round bat.
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  Speaker 8: Say he better let those people go, Little honey baby,
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  Speaker 8: Yo is all my own deed deo is Yes, that's
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  Speaker 8: a firefly. If I didn't have yo reckon I'd be
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  Speaker 8: all alone. Rocky by who Rocky Rocky per little honey baby,
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  Speaker 8: shut your eyes up tight.
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  Speaker 9: Shadow man is comin from de moon.
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  Speaker 8: U's as sweet as roses, if they is so pink
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  Speaker 8: and white. Shadomano get here mighty soon. The lines in
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  Speaker 8: brackets are supposed to be sung or chanted. The Southern
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  Speaker 8: Mammy seldom sang a song through, but interlated it with
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  Speaker 8: comments the ass and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 8: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Fairy Clock by Wernard Shid read filibrivox dot org
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  Speaker 3: by Sonya. The fairy clock, silver clock, Oh, silver clock,
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  Speaker 3: Tell to me the time of day? Is there yet
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  Speaker 3: a little hour left for us to work and play?
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  Speaker 3: Tell me when the sun will set? Tiny globe of
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  Speaker 3: silver gray? It has been so glad a world since
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  Speaker 3: the coming of the moon oft. I wondered when I
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  Speaker 3: met any souls who seemed forlorn, and I scarce gave
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  Speaker 3: heed to those who were old or travel worn. Mayhap
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  Speaker 3: I have loved to well the merry fleeting things run
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  Speaker 3: too lightly with the wind, chase too many shining wings,
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  Speaker 3: thought too seldom of the night and the silence that
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  Speaker 3: it brings. Well, I fear me. I have been but
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  Speaker 3: an idler in the sun. All unfinished are the tasks
• 25:21
  Speaker 3: long and long ago begun in the dark. Perchance they
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  Speaker 3: weep who have left their work undone. And I know
• 25:29
  Speaker 3: each black froged friar preachers sermons that alas Fain would
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  Speaker 3: hault the dancing feet of those careless ones who pass
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  Speaker 3: down a sweet and primrose path through the ribbons of
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  Speaker 3: the grass. Silver clock, Oh, silver clock, It was only
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  Speaker 3: yesterday then the lions flagged the field starry, bright and
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  Speaker 3: gold and gay. You are but the ghost of one
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  Speaker 3: little globe of silver gray. Tell me, tell me of
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  Speaker 3: the hour, for there is so much to do.
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  Speaker 4: Is it early?
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  Speaker 3: Is it late? Fairy clock?
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  Speaker 4: Oh?
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  Speaker 3: Tell me true, as I blow you down the wind,
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  Speaker 3: out upon a road of blue and of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. The Slumber Angel by
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  Speaker 3: Wernar Sheard Readfullybrivox dot Org by Sonya. The Slumber Angel.
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  Speaker 3: When day is ended and great twilight flies on silent
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  Speaker 3: wings across the tired land, the slumber Angel cometh from
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  Speaker 3: the skies, the slumber Angel of the peaceful eyes, And
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  Speaker 3: with the scarlet poppies in his hand, his robes are
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  Speaker 3: dappled like the moonlit seas, His hair in waves of
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  Speaker 3: silver floats afar. He wear a floatus bloom and sweetheart's ease,
• 26:54
  Speaker 3: with tassels of the rustling green fir trees. As down
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  Speaker 3: the dusk, he steps from star to star above the world,
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  Speaker 3: he swings his curfew bell, and sleep falls soft on
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  Speaker 3: golden heads and white. The daisies curl their leaves beneath
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  Speaker 3: his spell. The prisoner who wearies in his cell forgets
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  Speaker 3: a while and dreams throughout the night. Even so in
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  Speaker 3: peace comes that great Lord of rest, who crown as
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  Speaker 3: men with amaranthine flowers, who telleth them the truth they
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  Speaker 3: have but guessed, who giveth them the things they love
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  Speaker 3: the best beyond this restless, rocking world of ours. End
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  Speaker 3: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: The Lonely Road Waverner shirt read fully Bevox the Dog
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  Speaker 10: by Unnidamaier. We used to fear the lonely road that
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  Speaker 10: twisted round the hill. It dipped down to the river
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  Speaker 10: way and passed the haunted mill, and then crept on
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  Speaker 10: until it reached the churchyard green. And still no pipers
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  Speaker 10: ever took that road no gipsies, brown and gay, No
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  Speaker 10: shepherds with their gentle flocks, no loads of scented hay,
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  Speaker 10: no market wagons jingled by on any Saturday. The dogwood
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  Speaker 10: there flung wid its stars in april, silvery sweet. The
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  Speaker 10: squirrels crossed that path all day on tiny flying feet.
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  Speaker 10: The wild brown rabbits knew each turn, each shadowy safe retreat,
• 28:44
  Speaker 10: And there the golden belted bee sang his sweet summer song.
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  Speaker 10: The crickets chirped there to the moon with steady note
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  Speaker 10: and strong till cold and silence wrapped them round when
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  Speaker 10: autumn nights grew long. But oh, they brought the lonely
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  Speaker 10: dead along that quiet way with strange procession, dark and
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  Speaker 10: slow on sunny days and gray. We used to watch
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  Speaker 10: them wonder eight nor care again to blaze, and we
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  Speaker 10: forgot each merry chest. The bird's ambashiant tree silenced the
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  Speaker 10: song within their throats, and with us watched to see
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  Speaker 10: the soft, slow passing out of sight of that dark mystery.
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  Speaker 10: We fear no more. The lonely road that winds around
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  Speaker 10: the hill, far from the busy world's high way and
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  Speaker 10: the god's slow grinding mill. It only seems a peaceful path,
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  Speaker 10: pleasant and green and still. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 10: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Sea Borne by Werner Sheard read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 3: by Sonya Sea Borne afar in the turbulent city, in
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  Speaker 3: a hive where men made gold. He stood at his
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  Speaker 3: loom from dawn to dark, while the passing years were told,
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  Speaker 3: and when he knew it was summer time, by the
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  Speaker 3: gray dust on the street, by the lingering hours of daylight,
• 30:27
  Speaker 3: and the sultry noontide heat. Oh, he longed, as a
• 30:32
  Speaker 3: captive sea bird, to leave his cage and be free.
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  Speaker 3: For his heart like a shell, kept singing the old
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  Speaker 3: old song of the sea, And amid the noise and
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  Speaker 3: confusion of wheels that were never still, he heard the
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  Speaker 3: wind through the scented pines on a rough storm beaten hill.
• 30:51
  Speaker 3: While beyond the maze of painted threads, where his tireless
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  Speaker 3: shuttle flew in fancy, he saw the sunlit waves beckon
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  Speaker 3: him to the blue end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Angel by Verna Surd read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 2: by Larry Wilson. Down the white ward, with slow and
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  Speaker 2: swerving tread, he came ere break of day. A cowl
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  Speaker 2: was drawn about his down bent head. His misty robes
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  Speaker 2: were gray, and no men even knew that he went by.
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  Speaker 2: None saw or heard him pass. Softly, he moved as
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  Speaker 2: clouds drift down the sky, or shadows crossed the grass,
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  Speaker 2: close to a little bed where one lay low. At last,
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  Speaker 2: he took his stand and touched the head that tossed
• 31:54
  Speaker 2: in restless woe, with gentle outstretched hand. When bitterness, he said, said,
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  Speaker 2: is at an end, and joy grows far and dim.
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  Speaker 2: I am the angel whom the Lord doth send to
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  Speaker 2: lead men on to him. Past the innumerable stars, my friend,
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  Speaker 2: past all the winds that blow. We too must travel
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  Speaker 2: to our journey's end. Arise and let us go. Stay Stay.
• 32:25
  Speaker 2: The others cried, I know thy face, death is thy
• 32:30
  Speaker 2: dreaded name. Nay I am known as love. In that
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  Speaker 2: far place, he said, from whence I came. But still
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  Speaker 2: the other cried with moan and tear. I fear the
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  Speaker 2: dark and thee. There is no dark, the angel said,
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  Speaker 2: nor fear for those who go with me. There is
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  Speaker 2: no loneliness, and never more this shadow haunted night. When
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  Speaker 2: we pass out beyond life, swinging door. The road, he said,
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  Speaker 2: is bright. Then backward slipped the cowl from off his head.
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  Speaker 2: Downward the robe of gray, a radiant presence by the
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  Speaker 2: lowly bed greeted the breaking day. Within the long white
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  Speaker 2: ward one lay alone. None watched by him awhile, but
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  Speaker 2: some who passed him, said, in whispered tone, see on
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  Speaker 2: his lips a smile. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain. When Christmas Comes Vyvernassured read for
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  Speaker 2: LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. For THEE, my small one, twinkets,
• 33:53
  Speaker 2: a new toys, the wine of life and all its
• 33:56
  Speaker 2: keenest joys when Christmas comes for me, the broken playthings
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  Speaker 2: of the past that in my folded hands I still
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  Speaker 2: hold fast. When Christmas comes for THEE, fair hopes of
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  Speaker 2: all that yet may be, and tender dreams, the sweetest mystery.
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  Speaker 2: When Christmas comes for THEE. The future is a golden
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  Speaker 2: haze for me, the memory of some bygone days when
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  Speaker 2: Christmas comes for THEE. The things that lightly come and
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  Speaker 2: go for THEE, the holly and the mistletoe. When Christmas
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  Speaker 2: comes for me, the smiles that are akin to tears
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  Speaker 2: for me, the frosts and snows of many years. When
• 34:37
  Speaker 2: Christmas comes for thee, the twinkling candles bright and gay
• 34:43
  Speaker 2: for me, the purple shadows and the gray when Christmas
• 34:46
  Speaker 2: comes for thee, the friends that greet THEE at the door.
• 34:51
  Speaker 2: For me, the faces I shall see no more when
• 34:56
  Speaker 2: Christmas comes. But awe for both of us, the mystic
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  Speaker 2: star that leadeth back to Bethlehem afar when Christmas comes.
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  Speaker 2: For both of us, the child they saw of old,
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  Speaker 2: that evermore his mother's arms unfold when Christmas comes. End
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  Speaker 2: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Open Month by Werner Sheard read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by Sonya. The Open Month now cometh October, a
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  Speaker 3: nut brown maid who, in robes of crimson and gold raid,
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  Speaker 3: has taken the king's highway on the world. She smiles,
• 35:43
  Speaker 3: but to me it seems her eyes are misty with
• 35:46
  Speaker 3: midsummer dreams or memories of the may opens. A gleam
• 35:51
  Speaker 3: in the dusk of her hair flash their hearts of
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  Speaker 3: fire and colors rare as she dances gaily by, yet
• 35:59
  Speaker 3: she sighs for each empty swinging nest, and she tenderly
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  Speaker 3: holds against her breast a belated butterfly. The crickets sing
• 36:08
  Speaker 3: no more to the stars, the spiders no more put
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  Speaker 3: up silver bars to entangle silken wings. But the quail
• 36:15
  Speaker 3: pipes low in the rusted corn. And here and there,
• 36:18
  Speaker 3: both at night and at morn, a lonely robin sings.
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  Speaker 3: A spice laden breeze of the south is blend with
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  Speaker 3: perfumed twins from the Orient, and they weave over her
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  Speaker 3: a spell for none like. She goeth now still and sweet,
• 36:34
  Speaker 3: And while mists like incense curl at her feet, she
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  Speaker 3: lingers her beads to tell end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Nocturn by Werner Sheard at folibuvax dot Org by Anusha
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  Speaker 1: a year enfold us with thy pea, dear moonlight night,
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  Speaker 1: and let thy silver silence wrap us round till we
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  Speaker 1: forget the city's dazzling light, the city's ceaseless sound. Here
• 37:10
  Speaker 1: where the sand lies white upon the shore, and little
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  Speaker 1: velvet fingered breezes blow, dear sea, thy world, old wonder
• 37:19
  Speaker 1: song once more, sing to us, ere we go, give
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  Speaker 1: us thy garnered sweets, short summer hour, perfume of rose
• 37:30
  Speaker 1: and balm of sun. Steeped pine scent from the lily
• 37:34
  Speaker 1: scup and horned flower. Where bees have drained the wine.
• 37:39
  Speaker 1: Come small musicians in the rough sea grass bypass the
• 37:44
  Speaker 1: serenade we love the best, and winds of midnight chant
• 37:48
  Speaker 1: for us a mass our hearts would be at rest,
• 37:53
  Speaker 1: God of all beauty. Though the world is thine, our
• 37:56
  Speaker 1: faith grows often faint oft hope is spent. Show us
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  Speaker 1: thyself in all things fair and fine. Teach us the
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  Speaker 1: stars content end of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 3: A Song of Love by Wernar Shard read filiprivox dot
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  Speaker 3: org by Sonya A song of love. Love reckons not
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  Speaker 3: by time. Its may days of delight are swifter than
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  Speaker 3: the falling stars that pass beyond our side. Love reckons
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  Speaker 3: not by time. Its moments of despair are years that march,
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  Speaker 3: like prisoners who drag the chains they wear. Love counts
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  Speaker 3: not by the sun. It hath no night or day.
• 38:49
  Speaker 3: Tis only light. When love is near, tis dark with
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  Speaker 3: love away. Love hath no measurements of height or depth
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  Speaker 3: or space. But yet within a little grave it oft
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  Speaker 3: hath found the place. Love is its own best law.
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  Speaker 3: Its wrongs seek no redress love is forgiveness, and it
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  Speaker 3: only knoweth how to bless and of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain. The Unknowing by Werner Sheard
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  Speaker 3: read Fliveryvaux dot Org by Sonya The Unknowing. If the
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  Speaker 3: bird knew how through the wintry weather an empty nest
• 39:36
  Speaker 3: would swing by day and night, it would not weave
• 39:39
  Speaker 3: the strength so close together, or sing for such delight.
• 39:44
  Speaker 3: And if the rosebud dreamed ere its awaking, how soon
• 39:48
  Speaker 3: its perfumed leaves would drift apart, perchance would fold them
• 39:53
  Speaker 3: close to still the aching within its golden heart. If
• 39:58
  Speaker 3: the brown brook that hurries to the gree mara asses
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  Speaker 3: knew of drowned sailors and of storms to be methinks,
• 40:05
  Speaker 3: twould wagh a little ere it passes to meet the
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  Speaker 3: old gray sea. If youth could understand the tears and
• 40:12
  Speaker 3: sorrow the somber days that age and knowledge bring, it
• 40:16
  Speaker 3: would not be so eager for the morrow, or spend
• 40:20
  Speaker 3: thrift of the spring. If love but learned how soon
• 40:24
  Speaker 3: life treads its measure, how short and swift its hours.
• 40:28
  Speaker 3: When all is told, each kiss and tender word would
• 40:32
  Speaker 3: count their treasure as misers count their gold. End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
• 40:46
  Speaker 7: The petition by Verna Shard read for LibriVox dot Org
• 40:50
  Speaker 7: by Tom Pan, Sweet April, from out of the hidden
• 40:55
  Speaker 7: place where you keep your green and gold, we pray
• 40:58
  Speaker 7: THEE to bring us a gift of grace when the
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  Speaker 7: little leaves unfold. Oh, make us glad with the things
• 41:04
  Speaker 7: that are young. Give our hearts the quickened thrills that
• 41:07
  Speaker 7: used to answer each robin that sung in the days
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  Speaker 7: of daffodils. For what is the worth of all that
• 41:14
  Speaker 7: we gain if we lose the old delight that came
• 41:17
  Speaker 7: in the time of sun and rain, when the whole
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  Speaker 7: round world seemed right. It was then we gave as
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  Speaker 7: we went along the faith that to day we keep.
• 41:27
  Speaker 7: And those April days were for mirth and song, while
• 41:30
  Speaker 7: the nights were made for sleep. Yet, though we follow
• 41:34
  Speaker 7: with steps that are slow, the feet that dance and
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  Speaker 7: that run, we would still be friends with the winds
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  Speaker 7: that blow, and companions to the sun. End of poem.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Halloeen Babernarshid readfullybrivoxstot org persnya Helloween. There is an old
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  Speaker 3: Italian legend which says that on the eve of the
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  Speaker 3: beloved festival of all Saints, Halloween, the souls of the
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  Speaker 3: dead return to earth for a little while and go
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  Speaker 3: by on the wind. The Feast of all Saints is
• 42:14
  Speaker 3: followed by the Feast of the Dead, when for a
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  Speaker 3: day only the sound of the miserrere is heard throughout
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  Speaker 3: the cities of Italy. Hark hark to the wind t
• 42:25
  Speaker 3: the night, they say, when all souls come back from
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  Speaker 3: the far away the dead forgotten this many a day,
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  Speaker 3: and the dead remembered a long and dwell, and the
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  Speaker 3: little children whose spirits dwell in God's green garden of Asphodel.
• 42:43
  Speaker 3: Have you reached the country of all content? O, souls
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  Speaker 3: we know since the day you went from this time
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  Speaker 3: worn world where your years were spent. Would you come
• 42:54
  Speaker 3: back to the sun and the rain, the sweetness, the strife,
• 42:58
  Speaker 3: the thing we call pain, and then unrevel life's tangle again?
• 43:03
  Speaker 3: I leaned to the dark hush. Was it a sigh
• 43:07
  Speaker 3: or the painted vine leaves that rustled by? Or only
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  Speaker 3: a night bird's echoing cry? End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
• 43:24
  Speaker 1: The Gleaner by Werner sheard read Forlibevax dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Anusha A year as children gathered daisies down green ways,
• 43:34
  Speaker 1: mid butterflies and bees to day across the meadows of
• 43:38
  Speaker 1: past days, I gathered memories. I stored my heart with
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  Speaker 1: harvest of lost hours, with blossoms of spent tears, leaves
• 43:48
  Speaker 1: that had known the sun of joy, and hours drenched
• 43:52
  Speaker 1: with the rain of tears, and perfumes that were long
• 43:56
  Speaker 1: ago distilled from April's pink and white again with all
• 44:01
  Speaker 1: their old enchantment, filled my spirit with delight. From out
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  Speaker 1: the limbo where lost roses go, the place we may
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  Speaker 1: not see, with all its petals sweet and half a blow,
• 44:15
  Speaker 1: one rose returned to me where falls the sunlight checkered
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  Speaker 1: by the shade on meadows of the past. I gathered
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  Speaker 1: blossoms that no sun can fade, no winter wind can blast.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 10: The rover waverna shirt rat for Leavvaxdorg by Uleni Drama.
• 44:48
  Speaker 10: Though I follow a trail to north or south, through
• 44:52
  Speaker 10: I travel east or west, tis a little house on
• 44:56
  Speaker 10: a quiet road that my hidden heart loves best. And
• 45:00
  Speaker 10: when my journeys are over and done tis there I
• 45:04
  Speaker 10: will go to rest. The snows have bleached it this
• 45:08
  Speaker 10: many a year, the sun has painted it gray. The
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  Speaker 10: vines hold it close in their clinging arms. The shadows
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  Speaker 10: creep there to stay, and the wind goes calling through
• 45:20
  Speaker 10: empty rooms for those who have gone away. But the
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  Speaker 10: roses against the window pane are the roses I used
• 45:29
  Speaker 10: to know. And the rain on the roof still sings
• 45:33
  Speaker 10: the song it sang in long ago, when I lay
• 45:37
  Speaker 10: me down to sleep in a bed, little and white
• 45:40
  Speaker 10: and low. It is long since I bid it all
• 45:45
  Speaker 10: good bye, with young, light hearted disdain. I remember who
• 45:50
  Speaker 10: stood at the door that day. Her tears fell fast
• 45:53
  Speaker 10: as the rain, and I whistled a tune and waved
• 45:58
  Speaker 10: my hand, But never and back again.
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  Speaker 2: Tall.
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  Speaker 10: I have paid at the gates of the world, the
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  Speaker 10: sand I know, and the sea. I have taken the
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  Speaker 10: wide and open road, with steps unhindered and free. Yet
• 46:15
  Speaker 10: like a bell ringing down in my heart, my home
• 46:19
  Speaker 10: is calling to me. And of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 10: in the public domain.
• 46:31
  Speaker 3: In Solitude by Wernarshard, readfully Brivostodorg by Sonya in Solitude,
• 46:39
  Speaker 3: he is not desolate, whose ship is sailing over the
• 46:42
  Speaker 3: mystery of an unknown sea, for some great love, with
• 46:46
  Speaker 3: faithfulness unfailing will light the stars to bear him company.
• 46:52
  Speaker 3: Out in the silence of the mountain passes the heart
• 46:55
  Speaker 3: makes peace and liberty its own. The wind that blows
• 46:59
  Speaker 3: across the seed grasses, bringing the balm of sleep, comes
• 47:03
  Speaker 3: not alone. Beneath the vast, illimitable spaces, where God has
• 47:09
  Speaker 3: set his jewels in a ray. A man may pitch
• 47:12
  Speaker 3: his tent in desert places, yet know that Heaven is
• 47:16
  Speaker 3: not so far away, but in the city, in the
• 47:20
  Speaker 3: lighted city, where gilded spires point toward the sky, and
• 47:25
  Speaker 3: fluttering rags and hunger ask for pity, gray loneliness. In
• 47:30
  Speaker 3: cloth of gold goes by and of poem. This recording
• 47:35
  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
• 47:43
  Speaker 1: The robin by Werner Sheard read for lebewaks dot Org
• 47:46
  Speaker 1: by Anusha A year little brown brother up in the
• 47:51
  Speaker 1: apple tree, high on its blossom rimmed branches, A swing here.
• 47:57
  Speaker 1: When I listen, earth bound, its seems to me you
• 48:01
  Speaker 1: are the voice of the spring, herald of hope to
• 48:05
  Speaker 1: the sad and faint hearted piper. The gold of the
• 48:09
  Speaker 1: world cannot pay up from the limbo of things long
• 48:14
  Speaker 1: departed memories You bring me to day. You are the
• 48:19
  Speaker 1: echo of songs that are over. You are the promise
• 48:22
  Speaker 1: of songs that will come. You know the music, oh
• 48:26
  Speaker 1: light winged rover, sealed in the souls of the dumb,
• 48:32
  Speaker 1: All of the past that we wearily sigh for, all
• 48:35
  Speaker 1: of the future for which our hearts long, all love
• 48:40
  Speaker 1: would live for, and all love would die for. Wordless
• 48:45
  Speaker 1: you weave in a song, little brown brother, up in
• 48:49
  Speaker 1: the apple tree. My spirit answers each note that you sing,
• 48:55
  Speaker 1: And while I listen earth bound, it seems to me
• 48:59
  Speaker 1: you are the voice of the spring. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
• 49:12
  Speaker 3: A Song of Roses by verna shed read for liprivox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by Sonya. A song of roses, this time
• 49:20
  Speaker 3: to sing of roses, of roses, all a blow to
• 49:24
  Speaker 3: every vagrant passing breeze they dip a curtsy low, this
• 49:29
  Speaker 3: time to sing of roses. For June is here, you know,
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  Speaker 3: one song for true love's roses, of sweetest, deepest dread.
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  Speaker 3: Some heart will wear you faithfully when life itself hath fled.
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  Speaker 3: And for the white rose. Sing a song the white
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  Speaker 3: Rose for the dead, and ah the yellow roses of brightest,
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  Speaker 3: lightest gold. King midas must have touched their leaves in
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  Speaker 3: mystic days of old, or they were made of sunshine
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  Speaker 3: and gilded. For by fold and the roadside rose, sweet briar,
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  Speaker 3: we would remember thee and the cinnamon rose that ever
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  Speaker 3: more enthralls each passing b hew, old old fashioned roses,
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  Speaker 3: a growing wild and free. Tis time to sing of roses,
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  Speaker 3: of roses all a blow they come again, as sweet,
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  Speaker 3: my dear, as those of long ago. Tis time to
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  Speaker 3: sing of roses. For June is here ye know? End
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  Speaker 3: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. Prairie
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  Speaker 3: by Ernarshard read Filiprivaux dot Org by Sonya. Prairie where
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  Speaker 3: yesterday rode long waves of gold Beneath the burnished blue
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  Speaker 3: of the sky. A silver white sea lies still and cold,
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  Speaker 3: and the bitter wind blows by. But nothing passes the
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  Speaker 3: door all day, though my watching eyes grow worn and dim,
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  Speaker 3: save a lean gray wolf that swings away to the
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  Speaker 3: far horizon. Rim. Then one by one, the stars glisten
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  Speaker 3: out like frozen tears on a purple pall. The darkness
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  Speaker 3: folds my cabin about, and the snow begins to fall.
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  Speaker 3: I will make a hearth fire red and bright, and
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  Speaker 3: set alight by the window pane for one who follows
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  Speaker 3: the trail to night, that will bring him home again.
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  Speaker 3: Love will ride with him, My heart to bless joy
• 51:35
  Speaker 3: will outstep him across the floor. What met us the
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  Speaker 3: great white loneliness when we bar the cabin door? End
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  Speaker 3: of poem. This recording is in the public domain. The
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  Speaker 3: Climber by Werner's Shield read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 3: Sonia the Climber. He stood alone on Fame's high mountain top,
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  Speaker 3: his hands at rest, his forehead bound with bay, and
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  Speaker 3: yet he watched with eyes unsatisfied, the downward winding way.
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  Speaker 3: The great procession of the stars went by far overhead,
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  Speaker 3: beyond the mountain swim but the unconquered worlds of time
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  Speaker 3: and space as nothing were to him there from his
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  Speaker 3: vantage ground, so still and high, he watched the storm
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  Speaker 3: clouds when they rolled below, and felt the wind bound
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  Speaker 3: up to where he stood amid eternal snow. And sometimes
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  Speaker 3: in the valleys and the plains, he saw the little
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  Speaker 3: children at their play in cottage homes. He saw the
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  Speaker 3: candle light gleam out at close of day, But he
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  Speaker 3: and loneliness kept feast and fast the while with weary
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  Speaker 3: eyes by night and day, they watched the path that
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  Speaker 3: led to common things, the downward winding way. Twas there
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  Speaker 3: he said, that gladness passed me by, in yonder valley
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  Speaker 3: where I sought the truth. And there a few leagues
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  Speaker 3: up the rocky slope, I said good bye to youth.
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  Speaker 3: There where the pine trees catch the sun's last gold.
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  Speaker 3: Love reached its hands to me and bade me stop,
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  Speaker 3: Oh madness of the ones who climb, he said, up
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  Speaker 3: to the mountain top end of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain. The Daisy by Erna Shard read
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  Speaker 3: for LibriVox dot Org by Sonya The Daisy. An angel
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  Speaker 3: found the daisy where it lay on Heaven's high road
• 53:44
  Speaker 3: of transparent gold, And turning to one near, he said,
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  Speaker 3: I pray tell me what manner of strange bloom I hold.
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  Speaker 3: You came a long long way, perchance you know in
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  Speaker 3: what far country such fair flowers blow. Then spoke the other,
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  Speaker 3: turned thy radiant face and gaze with me down purple
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  Speaker 3: depth of space, see where the stars lies built upon
• 54:10
  Speaker 3: the night like amber beads that hold the yellow light.
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  Speaker 3: Note one that burns with faint yet steady glow. It
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  Speaker 3: is the earth, and there these blossoms grow some little
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  Speaker 3: child from that dear, distant land. Hath borne this hither
• 54:26
  Speaker 3: in his dimpled hand, still gazed, he down, Ah, friend,
• 54:32
  Speaker 3: he said, I too oft cross the fields at home
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  Speaker 3: where daisies grew. End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain. The vision by Verna Sheard read flibrivox
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  Speaker 3: dot org. But sonya the vision long had She knelt
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  Speaker 3: at the Madonna's shrine with the empty chair, apple, cold
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  Speaker 3: and gray, telling her beads, while grief, with marrying lion
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  Speaker 3: and bitter tears, stole all her youth away. Outcast was
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  Speaker 3: she from what life holdeth, dear banished from joy that
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  Speaker 3: other souls might win, and from the dark beyond. She
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  Speaker 3: turned with fear, being so branded by the mark of sin.
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  Speaker 3: Yet when at last she raised her troubled face, haunted
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  Speaker 3: by sorrow, whitened by alarms, Mary leaned down from out
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  Speaker 3: the pictured place and laid the little Christ within her arms.
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  Speaker 3: Rosy and warm, she held him to her heart. She
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  Speaker 3: the abandoned one, the thing apart end of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public Domain.
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  Speaker 2: Saints by Verna Sheard read for Lebrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 2: Larry Wilson. The saints of Thy Great Churchill Christ, how
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  Speaker 2: vast their numbers be, on holy page and ancient scroll,
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  Speaker 2: their blessed names we see, and from the painted window
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  Speaker 2: panes they smile eternally, rope girdled monk and pallid maid.
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  Speaker 2: And men who for thy cross fought with the Saracen
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  Speaker 2: of old, counting their lives no loss, martyrs who rose
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  Speaker 2: through golden flames, free of the body's dross. Yet there
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  Speaker 2: be saints uncanonized, unrecognized, unknown here on the common roads
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  Speaker 2: of Earth. Oft times they walk alone, Saints whom no
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  Speaker 2: soul hath ever praised, Saints whom no church doth own.
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  Speaker 2: Men who, against their souls grim foes, wage and unyielding fight,
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  Speaker 2: men of new creeds and men of old, men of
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  Speaker 2: dark hue and white, each pressing hard towards some far
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  Speaker 2: gleam of Thy celestial light. Dwellers in places waste and lone,
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  Speaker 2: toilers upon the seas. Mayhap they seldom pray high heavens
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  Speaker 2: softly on bended knees. Yet in the role call of
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  Speaker 2: Thy saints, Dear Christ, remember these. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 2: recording is in the public domain. At Midnight by Verna Surd,
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  Speaker 2: read for LibriVox dot Org by Larry Wilson. Turn thou
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  Speaker 2: the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord, and let us sleep.
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  Speaker 2: Give us our portion of forgetfulness, silent and deep. Lay
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  Speaker 2: thou thy quiet hand upon our eyes to close their sight.
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  Speaker 2: Shut out the shining of the moon and stars and candlelight.
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  Speaker 2: Keep back the phantoms and the visions sad, the shades
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  Speaker 2: of gray, the fancies that so haunt the little hours
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  Speaker 2: before the day, Quiet the time worn questions that are
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  Speaker 2: all unanswered. Yet take from the spent and troubled souls
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  Speaker 2: of us their vain regret, and lead us far into
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  Speaker 2: thy silent hand, that we may go like children out
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  Speaker 2: across the field of dreams, where poppies blow. So all
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  Speaker 2: thy saints and all thy sinners too, wilt thou not keep,
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  Speaker 2: since not alone unto thy well beloved, thou givest sleep.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: November by Verner Surd, read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 2: Lurie Wilson. How Like a hooded friar bent and gray,
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  Speaker 2: whose pensive life speak only when they pray. Doth sad
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  Speaker 2: November pass upon his way through forest isles, while the
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  Speaker 2: wind chanteth low in God's Cathedral, where the great trees grow.
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  Speaker 2: Now all day long he paceth to and fro. When
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  Speaker 2: the shadows gather and the night mists arise. Up to
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  Speaker 2: the hills, he lifts his somber eyes to where the
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  Speaker 2: last red rose of sunset lies. A little smile he weareth,
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  Speaker 2: wise and cold, the smile of one to whom all
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  Speaker 2: things are old and life is weary, as a tale
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  Speaker 2: twice told. Come see, he seems to say, where joy
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  Speaker 2: is fled. The leaves that burn'd, but yesterday so red
• 59:44
  Speaker 2: have turn'd to ashes, and the flowers are dead. The
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  Speaker 2: summer's green and gold hath taken flight. October days have gone,
• 59:55
  Speaker 2: now bleach'd and white. Winter doth come with many a
• 59:58
  Speaker 2: lonely night. And though the people will not heed or stay,
• 1:00:03
  Speaker 2: but pass with careless laughter on their way, even I,
• 1:00:07
  Speaker 2: with rain of tears, will wait and pray in a poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain. The Lily Pond
• 1:00:23
  Speaker 2: by Verna Sheard read for Lebrivox dot Org by Larry
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  Speaker 2: Wilson on this little pool, where the sunbeams lie, this
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  Speaker 2: tawny gold ring, where the shadows die. God doth enamel
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  Speaker 2: the blue of his sky through the scented dark. When
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  Speaker 2: the night wind sighs, he mirrors his stars, where the
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  Speaker 2: ripples rise till they glitter like prison to fireflies. Tis
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  Speaker 2: here that the burrel green leaves uncurl, and hear the
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  Speaker 2: lilies uplift and unfurl their golden lined goblets of carbon pearl.
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  Speaker 2: When the gray of the eastern sky turns pink through
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  Speaker 2: the silver edge. At the pond's low brink, the little
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  Speaker 2: lone field mouse creeps down to drink and creatures to
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  Speaker 2: whom God only is kind, the loveless small things, the
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  Speaker 2: slow and the blind soft steal through the rushes and
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  Speaker 2: comfort find Oh, restless, the river, restless, the sea, where
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  Speaker 2: the great ships go, and the dead men be the
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  Speaker 2: lily pond giveth but peace to me. End of poem.
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  Speaker 2: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Lilacs by Virna Sheard Rud forlibrivox dot Org by Jason
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  Speaker 6: Amrin in Lonely Gardens, Deserted, unseen, Oh, lovely lilacs of
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  Speaker 6: purple and white, You are tripping down through a mist
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  Speaker 6: of green for the morning sun's delight. And the velvet bee,
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  Speaker 6: all belted with the black drinks deep of the wine
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  Speaker 6: which your flagons hold, clings close to your plumes, while
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  Speaker 6: he fills his pack with a load of burnished gold.
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  Speaker 6: You hide the fences with blossoms of snow, and sweeten
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  Speaker 6: the shade of castle towers. Over low gray gables, you
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  Speaker 6: bright lay blow like amethysts turned to flowers. The tramp
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  Speaker 6: on the highway, ragged and bold, wears you close to
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  Speaker 6: his heart with jaunty air. You rest in my lady's
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  Speaker 6: girdle of gold, and are held against her hair. In
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  Speaker 6: God's own acre, you tender flowers, bend down to the
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  Speaker 6: grasses and seem to sigh for those who count time
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  Speaker 6: no more by ours, whose summers have all passed by.
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  Speaker 6: But at eventide the south wind will sing like a
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  Speaker 6: gentile priest who chanted their prayer, and thy purple censors
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  Speaker 6: whill set a swing to perfume the twilight air and
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  Speaker 6: of palm. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: April by Vernard Sheard read filiprivox dot org by Sonia
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  Speaker 3: April April, April April with a mist of green on
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  Speaker 3: the trees, and the scent of the warm, brown broken
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  Speaker 3: earth on every wandering breeze. What though thou be changeful,
• 1:03:37
  Speaker 3: though thy gold turns to gray again? There's a robin
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  Speaker 3: out yonder, singing, singing in the rain. April, April April.
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  Speaker 3: This the north Land hath longed for thee She hath
• 1:03:49
  Speaker 3: gazed toward the south with aching eyes, full, long and patiently.
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  Speaker 3: Come now, tell us, sweeting, thou leggart, so lovely and
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  Speaker 3: late dost know? There's no joy like the joy that
• 1:04:01
  Speaker 3: comes when hearts have learned to wait and of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. Pe Nce Pavernaschid
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  Speaker 3: read flibrivox dot org by Sonya pa Nce. Oh, I
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  Speaker 3: will hold fast to Joy. I will not let him depart.
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  Speaker 3: He shall close his beautiful rainbow wings and sing his
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  Speaker 3: song in my heart, and I will live with delight.
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  Speaker 3: I will know what the children know when they dance
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  Speaker 3: along with the april wind to find where the catkins grow.
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  Speaker 3: I will dream the old old dreams, and look for
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  Speaker 3: Pixie and Faye in shadowy woods and out on the
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  Speaker 3: hills as we did but yesterday. Love, I will keep
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  Speaker 3: in my soul. Aye, even by lock and key. There
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  Speaker 3: is nothing to fear in all of the world. If
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  Speaker 3: love will but stay with me, no, I will not
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  Speaker 3: let faith go. I will say, with my latest breath,
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  Speaker 3: I know there's a new and radiant road on the
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  Speaker 3: other side of death. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 3: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The harp i verna sheard read for LibriVox dot Org
• 1:05:26
  Speaker 2: by Larry Wilson. Across the windswept spaces of the sky,
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  Speaker 2: the harp of all the world is hung on high,
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  Speaker 2: and through its shining strings, the swallows fly, the little
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  Speaker 2: silver fingers of the rain oft touch it softly to
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  Speaker 2: a low refrain that all day long comes ore and
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  Speaker 2: oor again. And when the storms have God above it
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  Speaker 2: roll the mighty wind awake, sits sleeping soul to songs
• 1:05:54
  Speaker 2: of wild delight or bitter doll and through the quiet night,
• 1:05:59
  Speaker 2: as faint and far as melody down drifted from afar tremble,
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  Speaker 2: strange music, where those harp strings are but only flying
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  Speaker 2: words of joy and woe, caught from the restless, earth
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  Speaker 2: bound souls below, over the vibrant wire's ebb and flow,
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  Speaker 2: And in the cities that men call their own, and
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  Speaker 2: in the unnamed places waste and loan. This harp forever
• 1:06:26
  Speaker 2: sounds life's undertone end a poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Gulls by Verna shed read flibrivox dot Org per Sonya Gulls.
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  Speaker 3: When the mists trusspassed, and the wind blows high, and
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  Speaker 3: the harbor lights are dim, see where they circle and
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  Speaker 3: dip and fly the gray, free lances of wind and
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  Speaker 3: sky to the waters, distant rim like spirits, possessed of
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  Speaker 3: a fierce delight, a courage that cannot fail. They face
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  Speaker 3: the breakers, they face the night. The mad storm horses
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  Speaker 3: are silvery white. They ride through the bitter gale. They
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  Speaker 3: seem like the souls of the long long lost, who
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  Speaker 3: breasted the ocean, mane vikings whose vessels were tempest tossed
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  Speaker 3: voyagers who sailed whatever the cost and never came home again,
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  Speaker 3: or stranger and wilder fancy. It seems as I hear
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  Speaker 3: their wind torn cry. No birds fly there through the
• 1:07:35
  Speaker 3: sun's last gleams, But the wraiths of hopes, the ghosts
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  Speaker 3: of dreams that the old sea gods saw die. When
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  Speaker 3: the mist drives past, and the wind blows high and
• 1:07:47
  Speaker 3: the harbor lights are dim See where they circle and
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  Speaker 3: dip and fly the gray free lances of wind and
• 1:07:53
  Speaker 3: sky to the far horizon's rim and of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain. The Shepherd Wind by
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  Speaker 3: Wernarshid read filiprivox dot Org by Sonya The Shepherd Wind,
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  Speaker 3: When hills and plains are powdered, white and bitter cold,
• 1:08:18
  Speaker 3: the north wind blows upon my window in the night.
• 1:08:22
  Speaker 3: A fairy garden grows. Here, Poppies that no hand has sown,
• 1:08:27
  Speaker 3: bloom white as foam upon the sea, and alfin bells
• 1:08:31
  Speaker 3: to earth unknown hold frost bound melody. And here are
• 1:08:35
  Speaker 3: blossoms like to stars, tangled in nets of silver lace.
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  Speaker 3: My very breath their beauty mars or stirs them from
• 1:08:44
  Speaker 3: their place. Perchance the echoes of old songs found here
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  Speaker 3: a resting place at last, with drifting perfume that belongs
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  Speaker 3: two roses of the past, or all the moonbeams that
• 1:08:57
  Speaker 3: were lost on summer nights. The the world forgets may
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  Speaker 3: here be prisoned by the frost, with souls of violets.
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  Speaker 3: The wind does shep but many things, And when the
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  Speaker 3: nights are long and cold, who knows how strange a flock,
• 1:09:13
  Speaker 3: he brings all safely to the fold end of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Temple by Vernish Sheard, read for LibriVox dot Org
• 1:09:30
  Speaker 2: by Larry Wilson. Enter the Temple, beautiful, the house not
• 1:09:37
  Speaker 2: made with hands, rain washed in green, wind swept and clean.
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  Speaker 2: Beneath the blue it stands. And no cathedral anywhere seemed
• 1:09:46
  Speaker 2: so holy or so fair. It hath no heavy gabled roof,
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  Speaker 2: nor door with lock and key, no window bars shut
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  Speaker 2: out the stars. The aisles are wide and free here
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  Speaker 2: through the night. Each altar light is but a moonbeam,
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  Speaker 2: silver white, silently. As the temple grew at Solomon's command,
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  Speaker 2: still as things seem within a dream, this rose from
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  Speaker 2: out the land, and all the pillars, gray and high,
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  Speaker 2: lifted there to arches to the sky. Here is the
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  Speaker 2: perfume of the leaves, the incense of the pines, the
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  Speaker 2: magic scent that hath been pent within the tangled vines.
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  Speaker 2: No censer filled with spices, rare e'er swung such sweetness
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  Speaker 2: on the air, and all the golden gloom of it
• 1:10:38
  Speaker 2: holdeth no haunting fear, for it is blest and giveth
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  Speaker 2: rest to those who enter here here in the evening,
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  Speaker 2: who can know, but God himself walks to and fro,
• 1:10:52
  Speaker 2: and music past, all mastering within the chancel rings. None
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  Speaker 2: could desire a sweeter choir than this that sores and
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  Speaker 2: sings till farther scented shadows creep and quiet darkness bringeth sleep.
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  Speaker 2: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Request by bernardshard read fulibrivox dot Org by Sonya request
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  Speaker 3: to e M sing me a song, A song to
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  Speaker 3: ease old sorrows and dull the edge of care, A
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  Speaker 3: song of hope, to ring through all the morrows that
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  Speaker 3: be my share, unlock the doors where joy hath been
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  Speaker 3: in hiding. Though bard they be and strong, and send
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  Speaker 3: black grief far down the wind, a riding Sing me
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  Speaker 3: a song, sing thou thy skylark, song of sweetest daring
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  Speaker 3: and april ecstasy, that I may follow it and go
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  Speaker 3: a fairing to arkady cha sleep from out the shadows
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  Speaker 3: with thy singing, And when the light turns gray, leave
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  Speaker 3: me bright dreams until the dawn comes, bringing the rose
• 1:12:09
  Speaker 3: edge day. The wind of March taught thee his springtime madness,
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  Speaker 3: and then in undertone whispered the wonders secret of his
• 1:12:18
  Speaker 3: gladness to die alone, and thou hast learnt from little
• 1:12:22
  Speaker 3: brook and river their tender melody, the notes that set
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  Speaker 3: the thrush through the quiver, unknown to thee. Sing me
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  Speaker 3: a song, A song to ease old sorrows and dull
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  Speaker 3: the edge of care, A song of hope, to ring
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  Speaker 3: through all the morrows that be my share, and of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. A song by
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  Speaker 3: Werner Sheard read for LibriVox dot org persnya, A song,
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  Speaker 3: O heart of mine. If I were but a swallow,
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  Speaker 3: a thing so fearless, swift of flight, and free on wings, unwearied,
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  Speaker 3: I would find and follow some path that led to
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  Speaker 3: the where I arose, out in the garden, growing my sweetness.
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  Speaker 3: I would give the vagrant breeze, for he perchance might
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  Speaker 3: meet thee, all unknowing, yet bring thee memories and of poem.
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  Speaker 4: The toast by wernershad read for LibriVox dot Org by
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  Speaker 4: Iswael in Belgium in August two thousand and sixteen. A
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  Speaker 4: toast to thee, Oh dear, old dear, While the last
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  Speaker 4: moments fly A toast to thy sweet memory, will lift
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  Speaker 4: the glasses high, and bid to thee a fond farewell,
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  Speaker 4: as thou art passing by. A toast to those who
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  Speaker 4: reaped success in this good year of grace, A toast
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  Speaker 4: to every one of them. Come give the victor's place,
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  Speaker 4: come wish them well with right goodwill, the winners in
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  Speaker 4: the race, And one toast more to those who failed,
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  Speaker 4: wherever they may be, with faces white. They fought to
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  Speaker 4: the fight, but missed the victory. So here's to them,
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  Speaker 4: the ones who strove on land and on the sea.
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  Speaker 4: Fair dreams to the oh gray old year. Thy working
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  Speaker 4: time is done and gone for thee. The silver moon
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  Speaker 4: and golden noonday sun. Yet said old year and glad
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  Speaker 4: old year will know no better one.
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  Speaker 2: And of poem.
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  Speaker 4: This recording is in the polydomain.
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  Speaker 6: The sea shall buy verna sheard read for a Libraryvox
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  Speaker 6: dot org by Jason Emmerhm. Oh, very palace of pink
• 1:15:01
  Speaker 6: and pearl, frescoed with filgres, silver white, down in the
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  Speaker 6: silence beneath the sea, God by himself must have fashioned
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  Speaker 6: thee just for his own delight, but no for a
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  Speaker 6: dom and shapeless thing. Stirring in darkness its little hour.
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  Speaker 6: Thy walls were built with infinite care. Thou sea scentedt home,
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  Speaker 6: so fine and fair, perfect and like a flower, and
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  Speaker 6: of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: At Dawn by Vernashid read fully prevostodorg by Sonya. At dawn,
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  Speaker 3: turn to thy window in the silver hour that day
• 1:15:51
  Speaker 3: comes stepping down the hills of night, infolded as the
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  Speaker 3: leaves infold a flower by all her rose leaf robes
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  Speaker 3: of misty light. Then like a joy born out of
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  Speaker 3: blackest sorrow, the miracle of morning seems to say there
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  Speaker 3: is no night without its dear tomorrow, no lonely dark
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  Speaker 3: that does not find the day. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 3: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The whistler by Werner Schad Sank for LibriVox door by
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  Speaker 4: Iswa in Belgium in August twenty sixteen. Throughout the sunny day,
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  Speaker 4: he we sled on his way O high and low
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  Speaker 4: and gay and sweet. The mellow d rang down the
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  Speaker 4: street till older, weary, old, then gray smile that their
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  Speaker 4: work will stop to say, Now, God, Bill, think that
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  Speaker 4: you see is fair and light of heart and free
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  Speaker 4: from care. What time the winds blew high, he we
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  Speaker 4: sold and went by the clarion clear on every side.
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  Speaker 4: The song was scattered far and wide, like birds above
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  Speaker 4: a storm that fly the silver note sort to the sky.
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  Speaker 4: Also whose courage does not fail. But we the song
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  Speaker 4: can beat the gale. And when the rain fell fast,
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  Speaker 4: he we sold. As he passed a little tune. The
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  Speaker 4: whole world knew a song of love, of love most true.
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  Speaker 4: And through the misty came at last to one by
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  Speaker 4: sorrow overcast, Dear Christ, she said, by night and day,
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  Speaker 4: this of who prays as well as pray. Though the
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  Speaker 4: great world was white, he whistled in the night. The
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  Speaker 4: sky was spangled all with gold, the bitter wind was
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  Speaker 4: skin and cold. Yet, gay musician, out of sight, you
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  Speaker 4: still put wintry thoughts to flight. For summer follows where
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  Speaker 4: you fair, oh whistler, so debonair, And when the fog
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  Speaker 4: hung gray, he whistled down his way. The little children
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  Speaker 4: in his train, with rosy lips, got up the strain
• 1:18:40
  Speaker 4: the night to hear what he might say. Followed with
• 1:18:44
  Speaker 4: them that somburday is it for joy of life? Course,
• 1:18:49
  Speaker 4: thigh good saw you goer whistling by he smiled and
• 1:18:55
  Speaker 4: sighed and shook his head. I cheer my own, said
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  Speaker 4: heart said, and of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain Commonwealth by Werner Shird Bredforlibrivox dot Org by
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  Speaker 4: Iswael in Belgium in August twenty sixteen. Give thanks my
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  Speaker 4: soul for the things that are free, the blue of
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  Speaker 4: the sky, the shade of a tree, and the unknown
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  Speaker 4: leagues of the shining sea. Be grateful, my heart for
• 1:19:31
  Speaker 4: every man's gold. By roadway and river and hill, unfold
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  Speaker 4: some colored blossoms that never are sold. For the little
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  Speaker 4: joys sometimes say or grace the scent of a rose,
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  Speaker 4: the frost's fairy lace, or the sound of the rain
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  Speaker 4: in a quiet place. Be glad of what cannot be bought,
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  Speaker 4: or be wild, the trust of the tameless, the fearless,
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  Speaker 4: the wild, the song of a bird, and the faith
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  Speaker 4: of a child. For prairie and mouth, mountain, wind swept
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  Speaker 4: and high, for betiding beauty of earth and sky. Say
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  Speaker 4: a benediction ere you pass by, Give thanks my soul
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  Speaker 4: for the things that are free, the joy of life
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  Speaker 4: in the spring's ecstasy, the dreams that have been and
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  Speaker 4: the dreams that will be. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Don't Cupid by Werner Schid read Philipprivostodorg by Sonia. Don't Cupid, O,
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  Speaker 3: little pink and white God of love, with your tender,
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  Speaker 3: smiling mouth and eyes as blue as the blue above
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  Speaker 3: Afar in the sunny South. No army ever laid so
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  Speaker 3: many low or wounded so many hearts. No mighty gunner
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  Speaker 3: ever wrought such woe as you with your feathered darts
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  Speaker 3: and poem. Di recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Heaven by vernis Heard read for LibriVox dot org by
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  Speaker 2: Larry Wilson. Not with the haloed saints would heaven be
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  Speaker 2: for such as I who have not reached to their
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  Speaker 2: serenity so sweet and high. Not with the martyrs washed
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  Speaker 2: by holy flame could I find place. For they are
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  Speaker 2: victors who through glory came to see God's face. Not
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  Speaker 2: with the perfect souls that enter there could mine abide
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  Speaker 2: for clouded eyes from eyes all cloudless fair twore best
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  Speaker 2: to hide, and not for me. The wondrous streets of
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  Speaker 2: gold are crystal sea. I only know the brown earth,
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  Speaker 2: worn and old, where sinners be unless I found those
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  Speaker 2: who to me belong, my dear and own Aye in
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  Speaker 2: the vastness of that shining throng would be alone. God
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  Speaker 2: guide us to some sun blessed little star. We ask
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  Speaker 2: not where, nor whether it be nearer or it be far.
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  Speaker 2: So love is there. End of poem. This recording is
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  Speaker 2: in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Sir Henry Irving by Wernashid read Flibrivoux dot Org by Sonya.
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  Speaker 3: Sir Henry Irving, Thou trumpet made for Shakespeare's lips to blow.
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  Speaker 2: No more for THEE.
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  Speaker 3: The music and delights, thy magic may no more wind,
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  Speaker 3: smile nor frown for THEE, O, dear interpreter of dreams.
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  Speaker 3: The curtain hath rung down no more, the sea of
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  Speaker 3: faces turned to dine, swayed by impassioned word and breathless pause.
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  Speaker 3: No more the triumph of thine art no more. The
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  Speaker 3: thunder of applause no more for THEE. The maddening mystic bells,
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  Speaker 3: the haunting horror and the falling snow. No more of
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  Speaker 3: Shylock's fury, And no more the Prince of Denmark's woe,
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  Speaker 3: not once again. The threat of heart and soul, the
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  Speaker 3: loneliness and passion of King Leir no more bewilderment and
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  Speaker 3: broken words of wild despair and fear. And never wilt
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  Speaker 3: thou conjure from the past, the dread and bitter field
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  Speaker 3: of Waterloo. Thy trembling hands will never pluck again its
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  Speaker 3: roses or its true Thou art no longer player to
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  Speaker 3: the court, no longer red robed cardinal or king. To day,
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  Speaker 3: Thou art thyself, the well beloved, bereft of crown, and
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  Speaker 3: ring thy feet have found the path that Shakespeare found
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  Speaker 3: life's lonely exit of such far renown for thee O,
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  Speaker 3: dear interpreter of dreams, the curtain has rung down October
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  Speaker 3: nineteen o five, end of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 3: the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: Jean de Brebeth by Verna serd Read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 2: Org by Larry Wilson. Jean de Brebeth, a priest of
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  Speaker 2: the Jesuit Order, came to Canada as a missionary to
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  Speaker 2: the Indians about the year sixteen twenty five. He belonged
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  Speaker 2: to an old and honorable French family that had given
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  Speaker 2: many sons to the army, and was a man of
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  Speaker 2: great physical strength, one who possessed an iron will that
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  Speaker 2: was yet combined with sweetness and gentleness of temper. He
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  Speaker 2: lived with the Indians for many years and spoke the
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  Speaker 2: dialects of different tribes, though his mission was chiefly to
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  Speaker 2: the Hurons. By them he was much beloved. At the
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  Speaker 2: time of the uprising of the Iroquois in sixteen forty nine,
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  Speaker 2: there was a massacre of the Hurons at the little
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  Speaker 2: mission village of Saint Louis upon the shores of Georgian Bay. There,
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  Speaker 2: Jean de Brebeuf, refusing to leave his people, met death
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  Speaker 2: by torture at the hands of the conquering Iroquois La
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  Speaker 2: la Monte. His friend, a priest of the same order,
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  Speaker 2: was also martyred by these Indians. Upon the same day,
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  Speaker 2: March sixteenth, sixteen forty nine, as Jean de Brebeuf told
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  Speaker 2: his rosary at sundown in his cell, there came a call,
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  Speaker 2: clear as a bell rung on a ship at sea,
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  Speaker 2: breaking the beauty of tranquility down from the heart of heaven.
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  Speaker 2: It seemed to fall hel Jean de Brebyef, lift thee
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  Speaker 2: to thy feet, not for thy sins. By prayer, shalt
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  Speaker 2: thou atone thou wert not made for peace, So deeply
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  Speaker 2: sweet thine be the midnight cold and noonday heat, the
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  Speaker 2: journey through the wilderness alone to well Thou lovest France.
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  Speaker 2: Her very air is wine against thy lips, and all
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  Speaker 2: her weeds are in thine eyes as flowers. She is
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  Speaker 2: fair in all her moods to thee, and even there
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  Speaker 2: see thou dost dream of her. Above thy beads rouse
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  Speaker 2: THEE from out thy dreams. Awake, Awake, thou priest, who
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  Speaker 2: cometh of a martial line, Thou hast its strength thy
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  Speaker 2: will no man can break, go forth unarmed the law
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  Speaker 2: of love, to take into a lonely land that yet
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  Speaker 2: is mine. Then straightway fell the monk upon his face,
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  Speaker 2: trembling with awe throughout his mighty frame. Ay hear THEE, Lord,
• 1:26:54
  Speaker 2: he cried, give me thy grace, that I may follow
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  Speaker 2: THEE to any place and speak to any people in
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  Speaker 2: thy name. The vine leaf shadows darkened in the cell,
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  Speaker 2: and barefoot friars passed the close shut door at vespers
• 1:27:15
  Speaker 2: rang the monastery bell. Yet still he lay, unheeding where
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  Speaker 2: he fell, cross of black outstretched upon the floor, northward
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  Speaker 2: into the silence night and day, through the unknown, with
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  Speaker 2: faith that did not fail, into the lands beneath the
• 1:27:34
  Speaker 2: red man's sway, the priest called Jean de Brebyeth took
• 1:27:38
  Speaker 2: his way, led by the pole star and the far
• 1:27:43
  Speaker 2: blazed trail. He bore the sacred wine cups and a
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  Speaker 2: bell of beaten bronze, whose tongue should warn or bless.
• 1:27:52
  Speaker 2: As had been done in France, so he as well
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  Speaker 2: would ring a marriage chime or funeral knell for his
• 1:27:59
  Speaker 2: lone flock out in the wilderness, And like a phantom,
• 1:28:03
  Speaker 2: ever at his side, pointing each hour to path he
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  Speaker 2: scarce could see. By wood and waterway went one still
• 1:28:11
  Speaker 2: guide who drifted with the shades when daylight died into
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  Speaker 2: the deep of night and mystery. But when they reached
• 1:28:19
  Speaker 2: the place of many pines, God's country that no white
• 1:28:22
  Speaker 2: man yet had named, they beached their birch canoe neath
• 1:28:27
  Speaker 2: swinging vines. For here the Indian read by many signs,
• 1:28:31
  Speaker 2: lay the wild land the tribe of Huron claimed. Then,
• 1:28:36
  Speaker 2: like down dropping pearls, the rounded years one after one
• 1:28:40
  Speaker 2: slipped off the thread of time, and Jean de Brebeth
• 1:28:45
  Speaker 2: labored oft with fears, safe, hidden oftener, still with smile
• 1:28:51
  Speaker 2: and tears. Among the people of the northern clime, the
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  Speaker 2: forest children had become a part of his own life.
• 1:29:00
  Speaker 2: Always he spoke their tongue. He dwelt within our tents
• 1:29:03
  Speaker 2: with all his heart. He learned their ancient woodcraft and
• 1:29:07
  Speaker 2: each art their race had practiced when the world was young.
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  Speaker 2: He gave a simple truth and faithfulness to men of
• 1:29:14
  Speaker 2: silence and of subtle ways. He shared with them long
• 1:29:17
  Speaker 2: hunger and distress. When they had little, he himself had less.
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  Speaker 2: Through all the dark and lonely winter days. I In
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  Speaker 2: the vast cathedral of the trees, he hung the bell
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  Speaker 2: of bronze there in God's name. He taught the law
• 1:29:34
  Speaker 2: of love. There on his knees, in the sun dappled gloom,
• 1:29:39
  Speaker 2: midst birds and bees. He lifted up the cross with
• 1:29:43
  Speaker 2: words of name. But evil days were come. The arrow
• 1:29:48
  Speaker 2: head was dipped in poison, and de Brebeth saw the
• 1:29:52
  Speaker 2: painted faces and the swift slain dead, the deep unhealing wound,
• 1:29:58
  Speaker 2: the rent of red made by the weapons of the Iroquois.
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  Speaker 2: Closed in the village, with its palisade guarded by many
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  Speaker 2: mighty huron brave, the women and the little children stayed
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  Speaker 2: lest forest fire are sweeping, midnight raid make all their
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  Speaker 2: hunting ground a common grave.
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  Speaker 11: It was at daybreak that they heard the cry, the Iroquois,
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  Speaker 11: the Iroquois, they come, fly to the hidden forest places,
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  Speaker 11: fly to linger in the villages, to.
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  Speaker 2: Die, steal through the river grasses, and be dumb swiftly.
• 1:30:36
  Speaker 2: The women and the children fled, but with the braves,
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  Speaker 2: de Brebreath stayed behind. Go cried the chief, good father,
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  Speaker 2: we be dead, yet soft he answered, as he shook
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  Speaker 2: his head. I stay with thee and with thy old
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  Speaker 2: and blind. When the red sun came creeping up the
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  Speaker 2: sky eye gray death had reaped, the harvest, hate had sown.
• 1:31:05
  Speaker 2: That Jesuit heard no longer curse or sighs. His prayers
• 1:31:09
  Speaker 2: were said for those about to die. He faced the
• 1:31:13
  Speaker 2: living Iroquois alone. They bound him fast beneath the forest green.
• 1:31:19
  Speaker 2: And when was come the shadowy edge of night, nay
• 1:31:24
  Speaker 2: asked not what the horned owl hath seen, nor what
• 1:31:28
  Speaker 2: the moon doth know. White and serene, the soul of
• 1:31:33
  Speaker 2: Jean de Bebreath took its flight in the poem. This
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  Speaker 2: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 7: In Egypt by Vernis Sheard, read for Liberbox dot Org
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  Speaker 7: by Tom Penn. It was the angel Azrael, the Lord
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  Speaker 7: God sent below at midnight to every house in Egypt.
• 1:32:01
  Speaker 7: Long ago, oh long and long ago. All day, the
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  Speaker 7: wife of Pharaoh had paced the palace hall, or the
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  Speaker 7: long white pillared court that was open to the sky.
• 1:32:15
  Speaker 7: A passion of wild restlessness ensnared her in its thrall,
• 1:32:20
  Speaker 7: while she fought a fear within her, a thing that
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  Speaker 7: would not die. She had sent away her maidens, their
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  Speaker 7: weeping vexed her ears, their pallid faces filled with impatient,
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  Speaker 7: pitying scorn. But she kept one time worn woman who
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  Speaker 7: long had outgrown fears, the old brown nurse who held
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  Speaker 7: her son the day that he was born. The mighty
• 1:32:44
  Speaker 7: gods had failed her, the river gods in the sun,
• 1:32:48
  Speaker 7: and the little gods of brass and stone, who stared
• 1:32:51
  Speaker 7: but made no sign. So she pled with them. No longer.
• 1:32:55
  Speaker 7: Her prayers were said and done, And now she neither
• 1:32:58
  Speaker 7: bowed her head or at any shrine. Her hair was
• 1:33:03
  Speaker 7: blown upon the wind like wreaths of golden flame, and
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  Speaker 7: the sea blue of her eyes cast blue shadows on
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  Speaker 7: her face. For she was not of Egypt, but unto
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  Speaker 7: the king. She came a captive, yet a princess, from
• 1:33:17
  Speaker 7: a northern sea bound place. She watched the fiery wheel
• 1:33:21
  Speaker 7: roll down behind the level land. One small hand curled
• 1:33:25
  Speaker 7: above her eyes and one above her heart. But when
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  Speaker 7: the ruby afterglow crept up and stained the sand, she
• 1:33:32
  Speaker 7: turned and gazed towards Goshen, where Israel dwelt apart. Nine
• 1:33:38
  Speaker 7: plagues had wasted Egypt, with their tortures, grim and slow.
• 1:33:42
  Speaker 7: The earth was desolated and scarred by hail and fire. Still,
• 1:33:47
  Speaker 7: even yet her lord refused to let his bondsman go
• 1:33:50
  Speaker 7: to worship in the wilderness, the god of their desire.
• 1:33:54
  Speaker 7: The yellow Nile had turned to blood before her watching eyes.
• 1:33:58
  Speaker 7: It was branded into memory, a haunting death strewn sight.
• 1:34:03
  Speaker 7: The very dust upon the street the rod had made
• 1:34:06
  Speaker 7: to rise in a living, moving horror of Adam's leprous white.
• 1:34:12
  Speaker 7: The frogs had come as things bewitched, an army without fear.
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  Speaker 7: They had broken through the rushes their upward way to take,
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  Speaker 7: and each one followed steadily a voice no man could hear,
• 1:34:25
  Speaker 7: while poisoned wind and pestilence came swiftly in their wake. Then, oh,
• 1:34:30
  Speaker 7: the little flies that swarmed from out the earth and air,
• 1:34:34
  Speaker 7: and the moraine of the camels, and the cattle in
• 1:34:36
  Speaker 7: the field She prayed the king for love of her,
• 1:34:40
  Speaker 7: to hear the people's prayer and send the slaves far hither.
• 1:34:43
  Speaker 7: But for love he would not yield. His face was
• 1:34:47
  Speaker 7: like the carven face upon the basalt door. Her beauty
• 1:34:51
  Speaker 7: could not charm him. Her voice had lost its power.
• 1:34:54
  Speaker 7: So she wrapped a veil about her and entreated him
• 1:34:57
  Speaker 7: no more, but sat alone and watched from out her
• 1:35:01
  Speaker 7: window in the tower. She saw the Hebrew leader, with
• 1:35:05
  Speaker 7: uncovered silvery hair, come with the priest at daybreak to
• 1:35:09
  Speaker 7: the outer palace gate, and the rod of woe and
• 1:35:12
  Speaker 7: wonder they carried with them there. Yet Pharaoh bid them enter,
• 1:35:16
  Speaker 7: for he dared not bid them wait, but not prevailed.
• 1:35:21
  Speaker 7: For sore disease had scourged the low and high, and
• 1:35:24
  Speaker 7: the hail of God had fallen and crushed the growing grain,
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  Speaker 7: and a fire no hand had kindled in searing wrath.
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  Speaker 7: Swept by such fire as none had seen before, as
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  Speaker 7: none would see again. Then came the pirate locusts with
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  Speaker 7: a sea song, free and bold. The spent and broken
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  Speaker 7: people lacked the strength to force them back, but watched
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  Speaker 7: them take the last green blades that never would be gold,
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  Speaker 7: and shut their doors against the foe that turned the
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  Speaker 7: meadows black. Then Pharaoh wavered more. He called the Hebrew
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  Speaker 7: in his haste, imploring respite, pleading his repentance bitterly, for
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  Speaker 7: there was death on every side, and all the land
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  Speaker 7: was waste. So the western wind of God blew the
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  Speaker 7: locusts out to sea. Yet not enough. Once more, the
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  Speaker 7: king denied his given word. He dared the wrath of heaven,
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  Speaker 7: and he made his heart his steel. Then all the
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  Speaker 7: lights of God went out, and no man even stirred,
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  Speaker 7: but stayed, companioned by his fear. In darkness he could
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  Speaker 7: feel so had each dreadful day gone by, each slow
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  Speaker 7: departing night. And the queen stood now at sunrise alone
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  Speaker 7: with grief and shame. When one came running towards her
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  Speaker 7: through the falling crimson light, a little lad with Egypt's
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  Speaker 7: eyes but hair like golden flame. Thou hast been long beloved,
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  Speaker 7: She cried and frowned, all tenderly. Indeed, I have not
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  Speaker 7: seen thee since the burning noon took wing Mother of mine.
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  Speaker 7: He answered, I have been where I should be these
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  Speaker 7: burdened times of Egypt. Beside my lord. The King will
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  Speaker 7: take the country many days to gain its old time peace,
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  Speaker 7: But thou shalt suffer nothing. I myself will care for THEE,
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  Speaker 7: and see that naught doth harm thee, until all these
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  Speaker 7: troubles cease, these sad and magic doings that no man
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  Speaker 7: can solve. Said he aye, that thou wilt, She said,
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  Speaker 7: But tell me how doth fare the king? Doth he relent?
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  Speaker 7: Or is his face forbidding dark and cold? Or hath
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  Speaker 7: he sent thee hither? But some word of me to bring,
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  Speaker 7: as he cannot leave the council, And now the day
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  Speaker 7: grows old. He shook his head. I came because I
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  Speaker 7: long to see thee. So and Pharaoh reads the chart
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  Speaker 7: of stars while time goes creeping by, or he sits
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  Speaker 7: in weary silence, or paceth to and fro. Since he
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  Speaker 7: banished the magicians, all fear him, all save iye. Put
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  Speaker 7: on thy golden girdle with the mighty emerald clasp, and
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  Speaker 7: thy lotus broidered robe. Braid thy hair all cunningly, and
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  Speaker 7: wear the winged head dress with the turquoise jeweled asp.
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  Speaker 7: Then come and coax him from his gloom. Thou only
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  Speaker 7: canst said he wise counselor she smiled, nay, but too
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  Speaker 7: wise for thy short ears, I will unto the king,
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  Speaker 7: and such great issues are at stake this time I
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  Speaker 7: dare not fail. I must go queenly without tears or
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  Speaker 7: humble supplications. But as one no woe can break. Stay
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  Speaker 7: thou with thy old nurse, beloved. She sitteth in the hall,
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  Speaker 7: and she will tell thee wondrous tales to win from
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  Speaker 7: thee a smile. Then take thy supper by her side,
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  Speaker 7: And when deep night doth fall, go to the tower,
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  Speaker 7: whence I'll come. But in a little while, arrayed in
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  Speaker 7: her most lovely robes, she took her stately away by courtiers, unattended,
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  Speaker 7: through the palace vast still. Her beauty was a thing
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  Speaker 7: to hold all bitterness at bay, to move the hearts
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  Speaker 7: of men and bend their spirits to her will. She
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  Speaker 7: passed beneath the rose red lights that hung from roof
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  Speaker 7: and door, and by unseeing gods, where curled in incense,
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  Speaker 7: blue and sweet as one who walks in sleep. She
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  Speaker 7: crossed the cool mosaic floor that echoed to the music
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  Speaker 7: of her little sandaled feet. She reached the council chamber,
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  Speaker 7: and there entered silently. But though the bowing wise men
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  Speaker 7: had been reeds, the wind could sway, would have noted
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  Speaker 7: them as little. She only seemed to see one face,
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  Speaker 7: inscrutable and dark, toward which she took her way. The
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  Speaker 7: king sat still, as fate most high. She said, I
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  Speaker 7: come for truth of this new thread of vengeance. There's
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  Speaker 7: horror in the air. The Ethiopian runner Hath brought word
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  Speaker 7: to me in sooth. Blood is sprinkled on the doorposts
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  Speaker 7: of the Hebrews. Everywhere there are rumors, so he said,
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  Speaker 7: of an angel who will slay the first born sons
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  Speaker 7: of Egypt. Should these bondsmen not depart? Thy people weep
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  Speaker 7: in anguish, I myself must hear thee say. The Hebrew
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  Speaker 7: leader threatens, no such danger to my heart. He is
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  Speaker 7: my heart, my inner heart, Oh strait. He isn't strong
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  Speaker 7: to me. He meaneth Egypt, Egypt meaneth, but my son.
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  Speaker 7: So I would take him swiftly toward the land where
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  Speaker 7: I belong, to return to thee in safety. When these
• 1:40:28
  Speaker 7: troubles are all done. The streets are filled with mourners.
• 1:40:33
  Speaker 7: Every day more tears are shed. The embalmers have grown weary.
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  Speaker 7: They will not work for gold. And everywhere the eye
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  Speaker 7: doth see procession of the dead, till they seem but
• 1:40:43
  Speaker 7: mocking phantoms. We watch, unmoved and cold. Thou wilt not
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  Speaker 7: let the Hebrews go. I read it in thine eyes.
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  Speaker 7: There are no gods in Egypt. There is nothing but
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  Speaker 7: thy will that selts itself against some force that yet
• 1:40:59
  Speaker 7: in str strength, will rise. But to silence all thine answers,
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  Speaker 7: and bid thy voice be still. Then Pharaoh leaned down
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  Speaker 7: toward her, O most beautiful, he said, there is not
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  Speaker 7: a man who liveth dare say so to my face?
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  Speaker 7: And truly were there such a one, twere better he
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  Speaker 7: were dead, For dead men suffer nothing. Yet I pray
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  Speaker 7: thee of thy grace have patience now to hear me.
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  Speaker 7: Tis as the Ethiope heard. They threatened all the first born.
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  Speaker 7: But the tower is brass and stone. There my son
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  Speaker 7: shall stay to night, guarded. Well, I give THEE word
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  Speaker 7: where armies could not enter. Can one angel pass alone?
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  Speaker 7: Thinkest thou that I am one to be affrighted by
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  Speaker 7: the dark, a weakning to be played upon a coward
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  Speaker 7: or a fool. Nay, I defy the Israelites. Their weapons
• 1:41:54
  Speaker 7: miss the mark they have roused my utmost anger. It
• 1:41:57
  Speaker 7: taketh long to cool. But thou, he said, But thou
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  Speaker 7: methinkest had they but threatened thee, I should perchance have
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  Speaker 7: known the very quality of fear, thou thing of perfect loveliness.
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  Speaker 7: Content my eyes will be. Though in the land of
• 1:42:14
  Speaker 7: Egypt is no blossom for a year. But thou rt queen,
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  Speaker 7: and thou art free, free now to go or stay.
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  Speaker 7: I would not bind thee to my side, not by
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  Speaker 7: one golden hair, Leave now this land of peril, ere
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  Speaker 7: the breaking of the day. Or give thy life to
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  Speaker 7: my dark life, and bear what it doth bear. Then
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  Speaker 7: blanched her face to whiteness of the lilies of her gown,
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  Speaker 7: and lo she bowed as lilies bow and drift of
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  Speaker 7: wind and rain. My Lord, she said, I have no
• 1:42:47
  Speaker 7: will except to lay it down at thy desire. As
• 1:42:51
  Speaker 7: I have done, so will I do again. Thou art,
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  Speaker 7: my king, My son is thine. It is not mine
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  Speaker 7: to say that I will bear him. Hence yet gropes
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  Speaker 7: my soul unto a light. The quarrel is TwixT heaven
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  Speaker 7: and THEE alone. So I will stay with him. I
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  Speaker 7: love within the tower throughout this fateful night. And if
• 1:43:13
  Speaker 7: the angel cometh through the walls of stone and brass.
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  Speaker 7: And if he toucheth Egypt's son to seal his gentle breath,
• 1:43:20
  Speaker 7: then will we know that God is God, he who
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  Speaker 7: hath right to pass our little doors, for he himself
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  Speaker 7: is lord of life and death. Oh, when the desert
• 1:43:31
  Speaker 7: blossomed like a mystic silver rose, and the moon shone
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  Speaker 7: on the palace, deep guarded to the gate, and softly
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  Speaker 7: touched the lowly homes, fast barred against their fate, and
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  Speaker 7: lit the faces hewn of stone that seemed to watch
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  Speaker 7: and wait, there came a cry, a rending cry upon
• 1:43:51
  Speaker 7: the quivering air, the sudden, while lamenting of a nation
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  Speaker 7: in its pain. For the first born sons of Egypt,
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  Speaker 7: the young, the strong, the fair, had fallen into dreamless
• 1:44:04
  Speaker 7: sleep and would not wake again. And within the palace tower,
• 1:44:10
  Speaker 7: the little prince slept well, his head upon his mother's
• 1:44:14
  Speaker 7: heart that knew no more alarms, for at the midnight hour,
• 1:44:18
  Speaker 7: almost sweet and strange to tell, she too slept deeply
• 1:44:23
  Speaker 7: as the child close folded in her arms. Hard. Through
• 1:44:27
  Speaker 7: the city rode the king, unarmed, unhelmeted, toward the land.
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  Speaker 7: He loaned his bondsman the country kept in peace. He
• 1:44:37
  Speaker 7: swayed upon his saddle, and he looked as looked the dead.
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  Speaker 7: The people stared and wondered, though their weeping did not cease.
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  Speaker 7: On did he ride to Goshen, and he called, Arise, Arise, thou,
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  Speaker 7: leader of the Israelites, Tis I who bid you go,
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  Speaker 7: take thou these people. Hence, before the sun hath lit
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  Speaker 7: the skies, get thee beyond the border of this land
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  Speaker 7: of death and woe. Across the plains of Egypt, through
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  Speaker 7: the shadows of the night, came the sound as of
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  Speaker 7: an army moving onward steadily, and their leader read his
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  Speaker 7: way by the star's eternal light, while all the legions
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  Speaker 7: followed on their journey to the sea. The moon that
• 1:45:21
  Speaker 7: shineth overhead once saw these mysteries, and then the world
• 1:45:25
  Speaker 7: was young. That hath these many years been old. If
• 1:45:29
  Speaker 7: Egypt drank her bitter cup down, even to the LEAs
• 1:45:33
  Speaker 7: who careth now tis but an ancient tale that hath
• 1:45:36
  Speaker 7: been told. Yet still we hear the footsteps as he
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  Speaker 7: goeth to and fro of Azrael, the angel that the
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  Speaker 7: Lord God sent below to Egypt long ago. End of point.
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  Speaker 7: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: A song of poppies by Virna Sheard red for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot org by Jason Amrine. I love red poppies, Imperial
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  Speaker 6: red poppies, sun worshipers. Are they gladly as trees live
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  Speaker 6: through a hundred summers? They live one little day. I
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  Speaker 6: love red poppies, impassioned scarlet poppies. Ever, their strange perfume
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  Speaker 6: seems like an essence brewed by fairy people from an
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  Speaker 6: immortal bloom. I love red poppies, red silken swaying poppies.
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  Speaker 6: Deep in their hearts, they keep a magic cure for woe,
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  Speaker 6: a draft of lethy, a lotus gift of sleep. I
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  Speaker 6: love red poppies, soft silver stemmed, red poppies that from
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  Speaker 6: the rain and sun gather. They are a balm to
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  Speaker 6: heal some earth born sorrow when their glad day is done.
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  Speaker 6: And of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: A pagan prayer by W. Werner Sheard read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 6: dot org by Jason Amrine. Lord of all life, when
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  Speaker 6: my hours are done, take me and make me anew,
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  Speaker 6: and give me back to the Earth and the sun
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  Speaker 6: and the skies unlimited blue. The nightingale sings in an
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  Speaker 6: ecstasy to the moonlight April night. But my songs are
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  Speaker 6: locked in the heart of me, like birds that may
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  Speaker 6: not take flight. The little purple winged swallows that fly
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  Speaker 6: through waves of the upper air have a sweeter liberty
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  Speaker 6: lord than I, who may not follow them. There pavilions
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  Speaker 6: of sunshine, tents of the rain, for these, the wild
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  Speaker 6: and the free, And for us walt garden and window
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  Speaker 6: pane and bolt, and staple and key. We are worn
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  Speaker 6: with wisdom that never brings peace to the world, and
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  Speaker 6: its woe for a space with thy joyous thuser things
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  Speaker 6: teach me the faith I would know, and of palm.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: A love song by Wernashird read for Librivos dot Org
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  Speaker 3: by Sonya A love song. Oh haste, my sweet, impatient.
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  Speaker 4: Now I wait.
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  Speaker 3: The crescent moon swings slow, it groweth late. A night
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  Speaker 3: bird sings of life and love and fate. Oh haste
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  Speaker 3: my sweet youth and its gladness goes joy. Hath one
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  Speaker 3: summer time like to the rose, love only lives all
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  Speaker 3: the winter snows. Then haste, my sweet, These hours are
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  Speaker 3: all our own and sea A rose leave on the night,
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  Speaker 3: breeze blown for THEE. I wait for THEE. I wait alone.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain,
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  Speaker 3: and of the Miracle and other poems bather Na Shard