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  • The Gift to Sing

    Sometimes the mist overhangs my path, And blackening clouds about me cling; But, oh, I have a magic way To turn the gloom to cheerful day— I softly sing. And if the way grows darker still, Shadowed by sorrow’s somber wing, With glad defiance in my throat, I pierce the darkness with a note, And…