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PROUD music of the storm	A
Blast that careers so free whistling across the prairies	B
Strong hum of forest tree tops Wind of the mountains	C
Personified dim shapes you hidden orchestras	D
You serenades of phantoms with instruments alert	E
Blending with Nature's rhythmus all the tongues of nations	C
You chords left us by vast composers you choruses	F
You formless free religious dances you from the Orient	G
You undertone of rivers roar of pouring cataracts	H
You sounds from distant guns with galloping cavalry	I
Echoes of camps with all the different bugle calls	J
Trooping tumultuous filling the midnight late bending me powerless	K
Entering my lonesome slumber chamber Why have you seiz'd me	I
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Come forward O my Soul and let the rest retire	L
Listen lose not it is toward thee they tend	M
Parting the midnight entering my slumber chamber	N
For thee they sing and dance O Soul	O
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A festival song	P
The duet of the bridegroom and the bride a marriage march	Q
With lips of love and hearts of lovers fill'd to the brim with	R
love	S
The red flush'd cheeks and perfumes the cortege swarming full of	S
friendly faces young and old	T
To flutes' clear notes and sounding harps' cantabile	O
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Now loud approaching drums	U
Victoria see'st thou in powder smoke the banners torn but flying	V
the rout of the baffled	W
Hearest those shouts of a conquering army	I
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Ah Soul the sobs of women the wounded groaning in agony	I
The hiss and crackle of flames the blacken'd ruins the embers of	S
cities	B
The dirge and desolation of mankind	X
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Now airs antique and medieval fill me	I
I see and hear old harpers with their harps at Welsh festivals	Y
I hear the minnesingers singing their lays of love	S
I hear the minstrels gleemen troubadours of the feudal ages	D
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Now the great organ sounds	Z
Tremulous while underneath as the hid footholds of the earth	A2
On which arising rest and leaping forth depend	M
All shapes of beauty grace and strength all hues we know	B2
Green blades of grass and warbling birds children that gambol and	C2
play the clouds of heaven above	S
The strong base stands and its pulsations intermits not	D2
Bathing supporting merging all the rest maternity of all the rest	E2
And with it every instrument in multitudes	F2
The players playing all the world's musicians	C
The solemn hymns and masses rousing adoration	G2
All passionate heart chants sorrowful appeals	H2
The measureless sweet vocalists of ages	D
And for their solvent setting Earth's own diapason	G2
Of winds and woods and mighty ocean waves	I2
A new composite orchestra binder of years and climes ten fold	T
renewer	N
As of the far back days the poets tell the Paradiso	B2
The straying thence the separation long but now the wandering done	G2
The journey done the Journeyman come home	J2
And Man and Art with Nature fused again	G2
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Tutti for Earth and Heaven	G2
The Almighty Leader now for me for once has signal'd with his wand	K2
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The manly strophe of the husbands of the world	L2
And all the wives responding	V
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The tongues of violins	M2
I think O tongues ye tell this heart that cannot tell itself	N2
This brooding yearning heart that cannot tell itself	N2
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Ah from a little child	O2
Thou knowest Soul how to me all sounds became music	P2
My mother's voice in lullaby or hymn	G2
The voice O tender voices memory's loving voices	D
Last miracle of all O dearest mother's sister's voices	D
The rain the growing corn the breeze among the long leav'd corn	G2
The measur'd sea surf beating on the sand	Q2
The twittering bird the hawk's sharp scream	R2
The wild fowl's notes at night as flying low migrating north or	N
south	S2
The psalm in the country church or mid the clustering trees the	T2
open air camp meeting	V
The fiddler in the tavern the glee the long strung sailor song	P
The lowing cattle bleating sheep the crowing cock at dawn	G2
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All songs of current lands come sounding 'round me	I
The German airs of friendship wine and love	S
Irish ballads merry jigs and dances English warbles	Y
Chansons of France Scotch tunes and o'er the rest	E2
Italia's peerless compositions	C
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Across the stage with pallor on her face yet lurid passion	G2
Stalks Norma brandishing the dagger in her hand	Q2
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I see poor crazed Lucia's eyes' unnatural gleam	R2
Her hair down her back falls loose and dishevell'd	Q2
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I see where Ernani walking the bridal garden	G2
Amid the scent of night roses radiant holding his bride by the	T2
hand	Q2
Hears the infernal call the death pledge of the horn	G2
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To crossing swords and grey hairs bared to heaven	G2
The clear electric base and baritone of the world	Q2
The trombone duo Libertad forever	N
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From Spanish chestnut trees' dense shade	Q2
By old and heavy convent walls a wailing song	P
Song of lost love the torch of youth and life quench'd in despair	N
Song of the dying swan Fernando's heart is breaking	V
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Awaking from her woes at last retriev'd Amina sings	U2
Copious as stars and glad as morning light the torrents of her joy	V2
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The teeming lady comes	U
The lustrious orb Venus contralto the blooming mother	N
Sister of loftiest gods Alboni's self I hear	N
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I hear those odes symphonies operas	D
I hear in the William Tell the music of an arous'd and angry people	O
I hear Meyerbeer's Huguenots the Prophet or Robert	Q2
Gounod's Faust or Mozart's Don Juan	G2
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I hear the dance music of all nations	C
The waltz some delicious measure lapsing bathing me in	G2
bliss	W2
The bolero to tinkling guitars and clattering castanets	W2
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I see religious dances old and new	G2
I hear the sound of the Hebrew lyre	N
I see the Crusaders marching bearing the cross on high to the	T2
martial clang of cymbals	W2
I hear dervishes monotonously chanting interspers'd with frantic	P2
shouts as they spin around turning always towards Mecca	T2
I see the rapt religious dances of the Persians and the Arabs	W2
Again at Eleusis home of Ceres I see the modern Greeks dancing	V
I hear them clapping their hands as they bend their bodies	W2
I hear the metrical shuffling of their feet	Q2
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I see again the wild old Corybantian dance the performers wounding	V
each other	N
I see the Roman youth to the shrill sound of flageolets throwing	V
and catching their weapons	W2
As they fall on their knees and rise again	G2
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I hear from the Mussulman mosque the muezzin calling	V
I see the worshippers within nor form nor sermon argument nor	N
word	Q2
But silent strange devout rais'd glowing heads extatic faces	W2
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I hear the Egyptian harp of many strings	W2
The primitive chants of the Nile boatmen	G2
The sacred imperial hymns of China	G2
To the delicate sounds of the king the stricken wood and stone	G2
Or to Hindu flutes and the fretting twang of the vina	G2
A band of bayaderes	W2
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Now Asia Africa leave me Europe seizing inflates me	I
To organs huge and bands I hear as from vast concourses of voices	W2
Luther's strong hymn Eine feste Burg ist unser Gott	Q2
Rossini's Stabat Mater dolorosa	W2
Or floating in some high cathedral dim with gorgeous color'd	Q2
windows	W2
The passionate Agnus Dei or Gloria in Excelsis	W2
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Composers m	X2

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