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The Harmony of Revolution

O songbirds cry! O crickets sing!

It is but my delight.

When I should die, I do believe

Your song plays through the night.

The sweetest sound my ears perceive,

The earth’s great symphony.

My spirit sours, my soul does leap

Upon this epiphany:

The world needs not a quiet man

So many it receives.

These creatures call me higher, Love,

To a life lived boisterously.

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