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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Bryant</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=416579" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The harp has fallen from the master's hand;<br>Mute is the music, voiceless are the strings,<br>Save such faint discord as the wild wind flings<br>In sad aeolian murmurs through the land.<br>The tide of melody, whose billows grand<br>Flowed o'er the world in clearest utterings,<br>Now, in receding current, sobs and sings<br>That song we never wholly understand.<br>* * O, eyes where glorious prophecies belong,<br>And gracious reverence to humbly bow,<br>And kingly spirit, proud, and pure, and strong;<br>O, pallid minstrel with the laureled brow,<br>And lips so long attuned to sacred song,<br>How sweet must be the Heavenly anthem now!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a></strong></div>

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