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<h2> The Three Voices </h2>
<p>The waves have a story to tell me,<br/>
As I lie on the lonely beach;<br/>
Chanting aloft in the pine-tops,<br/>
The wind has a lesson to teach;<br/>
But the stars sing an anthem of glory<br/>
I cannot put into speech.<br/>
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The waves tell of ocean spaces,<br/>
Of hearts that are wild and brave,<br/>
Of populous city places,<br/>
Of desolate shores they lave,<br/>
Of men who sally in quest of gold<br/>
To sink in an ocean grave.<br/>
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The wind is a mighty roamer;<br/>
He bids me keep me free,<br/>
Clean from the taint of the gold-lust,<br/>
Hardy and pure as he;<br/>
Cling with my love to nature,<br/>
As a child to the mother-knee.<br/>
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But the stars throng out in their glory,<br/>
And they sing of the God in man;<br/>
They sing of the Mighty Master,<br/>
Of the loom his fingers span,<br/>
Where a star or a soul is a part of the whole,<br/>
And weft in the wondrous plan.<br/>
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Here by the camp-fire's flicker,<br/>
Deep in my blanket curled,<br/>
I long for the peace of the pine-gloom,<br/>
When the scroll of the Lord is unfurled,<br/>
And the wind and the wave are silent,<br/>
And world is singing to world.<br/></p>
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