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Henry O'Meara Ballads of America
TO LAWRENCE BARRETT
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SEER of that chanted Art our nature craves To limn in light enshrouded days and men, To echo deeds from dim Nirvana's caves - Lift to new fame oblivion-lapsing graves - Vest their dead themes with vivid life again; Hispanian, Moor, Venetian, sweep along - Speak in your fire - your histrion - pulsing own - The Dane tells dreamily his brooding wrong, The hate-wrought Roman hisses in the throng - Loved Man o' Airlie croons his lullaby alone. |
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