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In storms upon the ocean And in the songs of birds,
I've heard its voice, like a living thing, In sweetest human words.
I've heard it give, stentorian,
Command in battle's blare, And heard it whisper, soft and low,
Like angels in the air. 'Mong brawny men, in mining camps,
I've seen it hush a brawl, Till clenched hands are open palms
That in each other fall.
I've seen it gather little ones
About the player's knee, As did the babes of olden time
'Round Him of Galilee. And to it oft I've listened,
Till all the world was kin, While lovingly its master played
The Governor's violin.