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The warnings of right-thinking men
Will bring him to himself again.
Converted, he will win to grace
And lift to God a shining face;
And he will be no longer sad
But so obstreperously glad
That he will sing from morn to night
Unbroken peans of delight!
"Do, me, sol, do,
"Do, me, sol, do."
Which helps to make the country grow.
Will bring him to himself again.
Converted, he will win to grace
And lift to God a shining face;
And he will be no longer sad
But so obstreperously glad
That he will sing from morn to night
Unbroken peans of delight!
"Do, me, sol, do,
"Do, me, sol, do."
Which helps to make the country grow.
The FreemanJames Rorty
YDONE SINGS TO HIS PEOPLE
1
The morning comes riding to our market place
On the shoulders of a little hill;
And when it tires
Spending its golden coins,
And is heavy with sleep,
The mountains will take the day on its back
And carry it to the still dark House.
On the shoulders of a little hill;
And when it tires
Spending its golden coins,
And is heavy with sleep,
The mountains will take the day on its back
And carry it to the still dark House.
2
At night
O people of Karthana
Your evil deeds
Will sit in trees,
Like owls
And hoot you.
O people of Karthana
Your evil deeds
Will sit in trees,
Like owls
And hoot you.
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