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By the Roadside

Song Cycle by Michael Hennagin (1936 - 1993)

?. Gods  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Lover divine and perfect Comrade,
Waiting content, invisible yet, but certain,
Be thou my God.

Thou, thou, the Ideal Man,
Fair, able, beautiful, content, and loving,
Complete in body and dilate in spirit,
Be thou my God.

O Death, (for Life has served its turn,)
Opener and usher to the heavenly mansion,
Be thou my God.

Aught, aught of mightiest, best I see, conceive, or know,
(To break the stagnant tie - thee, thee to free, O soul,)
Be thou my God.

All great ideas, the races' aspirations,
All heroisms, deeds of rapt enthusiasts,
Be ye my Gods.

Or Time and Space,
Or shape of Earth divine and wondrous,
Or some fair shape I viewing, worship,
Or lustrous orb of sun or star by night,
Be ye my Gods.

Text Authorship:

  • by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "Gods", appears in Leaves of Grass

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?. Hast never come to thee an hour  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Hast never come to thee an hour, 
A sudden gleam divine, precipitating, bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth? 
These eager business aims -- books, politics, art, amours, 
To utter nothingness?

Text Authorship:

  • by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892), "Hast never come to thee an hour"

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?. Gliding o'er all  [sung text not yet checked]

Language: English 
Gliding o'er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul--not life alone,
Death, many deaths I'll sing.

Text Authorship:

  • by Walt Whitman (1819 - 1892)

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Total word count: 186
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