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THE HAND THAT TOUCHED THE KEYS.
The trumpet sounds, and the sabre gleams,
And the war-red banner above them streams;
Haste to the joy of the coming fray!
Thou hast trust in thy courage; away, away!
And the war-red banner above them streams;
Haste to the joy of the coming fray!
Thou hast trust in thy courage; away, away!
Maiden! go thou to the dancing-hall,
Thy heart's in the midst of the festival;
Thy dark eye flashes with rapture now,
Bright as the gems that enwreathe thy brow,
And thy young heart beats to the thrilling song,
And is borne on its pinions, along, along;
Seek then the dance and the merry lay,
Thou hast trust in thy beauty; away, away!
Thy heart's in the midst of the festival;
Thy dark eye flashes with rapture now,
Bright as the gems that enwreathe thy brow,
And thy young heart beats to the thrilling song,
And is borne on its pinions, along, along;
Seek then the dance and the merry lay,
Thou hast trust in thy beauty; away, away!
My soul! mid the splendors of earthly things,
Forget not the source whence each pleasure springs;
Guard well the ways of the wandering heart,
And when it chooses the better part,
On the wings of the morning thou shalt ascend
To bask in the smile of thy truest friend.
Why shouldst thou linger? why longer stay?
Thou hast trust in thy Saviour; away, away!
Forget not the source whence each pleasure springs;
Guard well the ways of the wandering heart,
And when it chooses the better part,
On the wings of the morning thou shalt ascend
To bask in the smile of thy truest friend.
Why shouldst thou linger? why longer stay?
Thou hast trust in thy Saviour; away, away!
THE HAND THAT TOUCHED THE KEYS.
The hand that touched the keys when first
Thought into being stole,
And like a gush of music burst
Harmonious o'er my soul,
Thought into being stole,
And like a gush of music burst
Harmonious o'er my soul,
