by Charles Edward Ives (1874 - 1954)

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Language: English 
Thoughts, which deeply rest at evening,
at sunrise gayly thrilled the mind;
Songs whose beauty now only lies in memory
Youth would sing with rapture,
sing from joyous bouyant impulse
Knowing naught but he was singing,
Thus would God reveal the range of Soul!

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