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SONGS OF THE SOUL

CITY DRUM

'Tis morn
The rolling wheels are on
Of a marching world
So strong.

I love to be roused
From a silent sleep
By the early hum
Of the active city drum.

The drum beats
To loudly greet
All those heroes true
That would die or do,-
To meet the morning's foe
Of worry or of woe
With a dauntless smile,
And thus success beguile

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