Playing on Sixth Avenue
Here's to you, brave Hurdy-gurdy,
Grinding out your happy tune
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One told me he had heard it whispered: 'Lo!
The hour has come when Europe, desperate
With sudden war and terrible swift hate,
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Toward that sweet city where the Virgin mild
Brought forth her Child
Fain would I turn upon this Christmas day,
And softly pray
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Hoof-beats thundering on the paves,
Wagons crashing by.
(But O I dream of distant waves,
God's tent of open sky!)
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How shall I know her, God, in that great world,
After the grief of this is past and gone?
How shall I know her when our souls are hurled
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I.
Long had I dwelt with sad-faced Grief. Her tears
Were my one gift thro’ dim and silent years.
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Flash of steel and crash of drum--
Love that way has never come.
But adown some quiet night
She has winged her silent flight,
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High on the hills, the miser, Autumn sits,
Hoarding his wondrous wealth of treasured gold;
Yet in the night I hear his grieving voice
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The lilies whisper in the park,
Pale watchers in the heavy night,
Wan ghosts that haunt the fragrant dark.
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