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Henry Van Dyke

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I	A
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PRELUDE	B
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Daughter of Psyche pledge of that last night	C
When pierced with pain and bitter sweet delight	C
She knew her Love and saw her Lord depart	D
Then breathed her wonder and her woe forlorn	E
Into a single cry and thou wast born	E
Thou flower of rapture and thou fruit of grief	F
Invisible enchantress of the heart	D
Mistress of charms that bring relief	F
To sorrow and to joy impart	D
A heavenly tone that keeps it undefiled	D
Thou art the child	D
Of Amor and by right divine	G
A throne of love is thine	G
Thou flower folded golden girdled star crowned Queen	H
Whose bridal beauty mortal eyes have never seen	H
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II	A
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Thou art the Angel of the pool that sleeps	I
While peace and joy lie hidden in its deeps	I
Waiting thy touch to make the waters roll	J
In healing murmurs round the weary soul	J
Ah when wilt thou draw near	K
Thou messenger of mercy robed in song	L
My lonely heart has listened for thee long	L
And now I seem to hear	M
Across the crowded market place of life	N
Thy measured foot fall ringing light and clear	K
Above the unmeaning noises and the unruly strife	N
In quiet cadence sweet and slow	O
Serenely pacing to and fro	O
Thy far off steps are magical and dear	K
Ah turn this way come close and speak to me	P
From this dull bed of languor set my spirit free	P
And bid me rise and let me walk awhile with thee	P
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III	A
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Where wilt thou lead me first	D
In what still region	Q
Of thy domain	R
Whose provinces are legion	Q
Wilt thou restore me to myself again	S
And quench my heart's long thirst	D
I pray thee lay thy golden girdle down	T
And put away thy starry crown	T
For one dear restful hour	U
Assume a state more mild	D
Clad only in thy blossom broidered gown	T
That breathes familiar scent of many a flower	U
Take the low path that leads thro' pastures green	H
And though thou art a Queen	H
Be Rosamund awhile and in thy bower	U
By tranquil love and simple joy beguiled	D
Sing to my soul as mother to her child	D
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IV	N
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O lead me by the hand	D
And let my heart have rest	D
And bring me back to childhood land	D
To find again the long lost band	D
Of playmates blithe and blest	D
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Some quaint old fashioned air	V
That all the children knew	W
Shall run before us everywhere	V
Like a little maid with flying hair	V
To guide the merry crew	W
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Along the garden ways	I
We chase the light foot tune	X
And in and out the flowery maze	I
With eager haste and fond delays	I
In pleasant paths of June	X
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For us the fields are new	W
For us the woods are rife	N
With fairy secrets deep and true	W
And heaven is but a tent of blue	W
Above the game of life	N
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The world is far away	Y
The fever and the fret	D
And all that makes the heart grow gray	Y
Is out of sight and far away	Y
Dear Music while I hear thee play	Y
That olden golden roundelay	Y
Remember and forget	D
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V	N
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SLEEP SONG	L
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Forget forget	D
The tide of life is turning	Z
The waves of light ebb slowly down the west	D
Along the edge of dark some stars are burning	Z
To guide thy spirit safely to an isle of rest	D
A little rocking on the tranquil deep	A2
Of song to soothe thy yearning	Z
A little slumber and a little sleep	A2
And so forget forget	D
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Forget forget	D
The day was long in pleasure	U
Its echoes die away across the hill	Y
Now let thy heart beat time to their slow measure	U
That swells and sinks and faints and falls till all is still	Y
Then like a weary child that loves to keep	A2
Locked in its arms some treasure	U
Thy soul in calm content shall fall asleep	A2
And so forget forget	D
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Forget forget	D
And if thou hast been weeping	Z
Let go the thoughts that bind thee to thy grief	N
Lie still and watch the singing angels reaping	Z
The golden harvest of thy sorrow sheaf by sheaf	N
Or count thy joys like flocks of snow white sheep	A2
That one by one come creeping	Z
Into the quiet fold until thou sleep	A2
And so forget forget	D
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Forget forget	D
Thou art a child and knowest	D
So little of thy life But music tells	I
One secret of the world thro' which thou goest	D
To work with morning song to rest with evening bells	I
Life is in tune with harmony so deep	A2
That when the notes are lowest	D
Thou still canst lay thee down in peace and sleep	A2
For God will not forget	D
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VI	N
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HUNTING SONG	L
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Out of the garden of playtime out of the bower of rest	D
Fain would I follow at daytime music that calls to a quest	D
Hark how the galloping measure	U
Quickens the pulses of pleasure	U
Gaily saluting the morn	E
With the long clear note of the hunting horn	E
Echoing up from the valley	N
Over the mountain side	D
Rally you hunters rally	N
Rally and ride	D
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Drink of the magical potion music has mixed with her wine	G
Full of the madness of motion joyful exultant divine	G
Leave all your troubles behind you	W
Ride where they never can find you	W
Into the gladness of morn	E
With the long clear note of the hunting horn	E
Swiftly o'er hillock and hollow	Y
Sweeping along with the wind	D
Follow you hunters follow	Y
Follow and find	D
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What will you reach with your riding What is the charm of the chase	I
Just the delight and the striding swing of the jubilant pace	I
Danger is sweet when you front her	U
In at the death every hunter	U
Now on the breeze the mort is borne	E
In the long clear note of the hunting horn	E
Winding merrily over and over	U
Come come come	B2
Home again Ranger home again Rover	U
Turn again home	C2
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VII	N
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DANCE MUSIC	D2
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Now let the sleep tune blend with the play tune	X
Weaving the mystical spell of the dance	I
Lighten the deep tune soften the gay tune	X
Mingle a tempo that turns in a trance	I
Half of it sighing half of it smiling	Z
Smoothly it swings with a triplicate beat	D
Calling replying yearning beguiling	Z
Wooing the heart and bewitching the feet	D
Every drop of blood	D
Rises with the flood	D
Rocking on the waves of the strain	R
Youth and beauty glide	D
Turning with the tide	D
Music making one out of twain	R
Bearing them away and away and away	Y
Like a tone and its terce	I
Till the chord dissolves and the dancers stay	Y
And reverse	I
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Violins leading take up the measure	U
Turn with the tune again clarinets clear	K
Answer their pleading harps full of pleasure	U
Sprinkle their silver like light on the mere	K
Semiquaver notes	I
Merry little motes	I
Tangled in the haze	I
Of the lamp's golden rays	I
Quiver everywhere	V
In the air	V
Like a spray	Y
Till the fuller stream of the might of the tune	X
Gliding like a dream in the light of the moon	X
Bears them all away and away and away	Y
Floating in the trance of the dance	I
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Then begins a measure stately	N
Languid slow serene	H
All the dancers move sedately	N
Stepping leisurely and straitly	N
With a courtly mien	H
Crossing hands and changing places	I
Bowing low between	H
While the minuet inlaces	I
Waving arms and woven paces	I
Glittering damaskeen	H
Where is she whose form is folden	H
In its royal sheen	H
From our longing eyes withholden	H
By her mystic girdle golden	H
Beauty sought but never seen	H
Music walks the maze a queen	H
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VIII	N
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THE SYMPHONY	H
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Music they do thee wrong who say thine art	D
Is only to enchant the sense	I
For every timid motion of the heart	D
And every passion too intense	I
To bear the chain of the imperfect word	D
And every tremulous longing stirred	D
By spirit winds that come we know not whence	I
And go we know not where	V
And every inarticulate prayer	V
Beating about the depths of pain or bliss	I
Like some bewildered bird	D
That seeks its nest but knows not where it is	I
And every dream that haunts with dim delight	D
The drowsy hour between the day and night	D
The wakeful hour between the night and day	Y
Imprisoned waits for thee	H
Impatient yearns for thee	H
The queen who comes to set the captive free	H
Thou lendest wings to grief to fly away	Y
And wings to joy to reach a heavenly height	D
And every dumb desire that Storms within the breast	D
Thou leadest forth to sob or sing itself to rest	D
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All these are thine and therefore love is thine	H
For love is joy and grief	N
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