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L’Envoi, by Edwin Arlington Robinson

A E
Now in a thought,
G D
now in a shadowed word,
A E G D
Now in a voice that thrills e terni ty,
A E G D
Ever there comes an onward phrase to me
A E G D
Of some trans cendent music I have heard
  Bm G A
No piteous thing by soft hands dulcimered,
Bm G A
No trumpet crash of blood-sick victory,
Bm G A
But a g lad strain of some vast harmony
Bm G A
That no brief mortal touch has ever stirred.
Bm G A
That no brief mortal touch has ever stirred.
A E G D
There is no music in the world like this,
A E G D
No charac ter wherewith to set it down,
A E
No kind of instrument to make it sing.
A E G D
No kind of instrument? Ah, y es, there is
Bm G A
And after time and place are overthrown,
Bm G A
God's touch will keep its one chord quivering,
Bm G A
And every poet will hear his story told
Bm G A
And they will all find what they were looking for
Bm G A
And they will all find what they were looking for
A E
Now in a thought,
G D
now in a shadowed word,
A E G D
Now in a voice that thrills e terni ty,
A E G D
Ever there comes an onward phrase to me
A E G D
Of some trans cendent music I have heard

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Poetical Offering

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# Alt lyrics for second chorus: And the shadows will form with figures full/ Arms outstretched to the heavens bold

Fourth song in this set:

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