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The Sweetest Song Was Ever Sung Post by :Tomas_Lod Category :Poems Author :George William Russell Date :November 2011 Read :2913

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The Sweetest Song Was Ever Sung

May soothe you but a little while:
The gayest music ever rung
Shall yield you but a fleeting smile.

The well I digged you soon shall pass.
You may but rest with me an hour:
Yet drink, I offer you the glass,
A moment of sustaining power,

And give to you, if it be gain,
Whether in pleasure or annoy,
To see one elemental pain,
One light of everlasting joy.

(The end)
George William Russell's poem: Sweetest Song Was Ever Sung

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