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by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
Let me make the songs for the people, Songs for the old and young; Songs to stir like a battle-cry Wherever they are sung. Not for the clashing of sabres, But songs to thrill the hearts of men With more abundant life. Let me make the songs for the weary, Till hearts shall relax their tension, Let me sing for little children, Before their footsteps stray, Sweet anthems4 of love and duty, To float o'er life's highway. I would sing for the poor and aged5, When shadows dim their sight; Of the bright and restful mansions6, Where there shall be no night. Our world, so worn and weary, Needs music, pure and strong, To hush7 the jangle and discords8 Of sorrow, pain, and wrong. Music to soothe9 all its sorrow, Till war and crime shall cease; And the hearts of men grown tender Girdle the world with peace. 点击收听单词发音
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