THE MASTER-PLAYER.
AN old worn harp that had been played Till all its strings were loose and frayed, Joy, Hate and Fear, each one essayed, To play. But each in turn had found No sweet responsiveness of sound.
Lyrics of Lowly Life / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]
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- Lyrics of Lowly Life / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]
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- Dunbar, Paul Laurence, 1872-1906.
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- London: Chapman & Hall, Ltd.
- 1897
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"Lyrics of Lowly Life / by Paul Laurence Dunbar [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAC5659.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 1, 2024.
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Page 36
Then Love the Master-Player came With heaving breast and eyes aflame; The harp he took all undismayed, Smote on its strings, still strange to song, And brought forth music sweet and strong.