PR1CEt0NE CENT.

THE DYING SW y y.


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rs ,be calm deep sea sa, the snoT.wi':te 9"an


Ba,bins himself in the purple !isat
q: the setting sun, that shonc upon


His dviny vision in spiendor bright
II, l:ie's lone passion hat hou! gre" strong
And he ,iourned :or the glorious gilt OF song
And mus, alone-aIno.; alone


OF Inc fea,he-ed race be void OF song
s,,.., Phlorncle had thy tone,


How exul,ingly would float along s,rr
H. you'd | praise thee thou glorious 81" -.
How gladly die whcn my song was zone
r,.. .;lc,, he lifted his graceful head,
A.d behold , a slittering form drew n!stl
:. An Az beautiful Pubus that stopped 70 ms bed
- ,r-,yed In rich robes OF the rainbow dye;
8. TIC rod Of the evening and morning sun
Hath granted thy prayer 'hou lonely one
Then he touched the sun with his living ly:e'
And sang the song that I,nmortals sing
rb,. song penetrated Ike burning ire


The bird Of Apolo--lic tuned the su!ag
TIA, nov 20 his rap.ured soul was gwen
a. ,br;lled si,h music the Al, OF heaTen
Deeper. deeper he bowed his head,


iii he found himself in Elysiuln land
L, his real heavenly beauty clad.


In the ,nid., OF Apolo's minstrel band.
Tb.. long withheld boon had been granted in dea'h'
And he poured out in song his dying breath
c,,es Place Feb. 3, leil. ioA