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large/7398/pool_1205_librivox_64kb_mp3/pool_dunbar_mcd_64kb
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But, oh, I 've a wish in my soul, dear love, (The wish of a dreamer, it seems,) That I might wash free of my sins, dear love, In the pool that I see in my dreams. BUT OH I'VE A WISH IN MY SOUL DEAR LOVE THE WISH OF A DREAMER IT SEEMS THAT I MIGHT WASH FREE OF MY SINS DEAR LOVE IN THE POOL THAT I SEE IN MY DREAMS
They are lying dead on the hillsides, they are lying dead on the plain, And we have not fire to smite the lyre and sing them one brief strain. Give, Thou, some seer the power to sing them in their might, The men who feared the master's whip, but did not fear the fight; That he may tell of their virtues as minstrels did of old, Till the pride of face and the hate of race grow obsolete and cold. A song for the unsung heroes who stood the awful test, When the humblest host that the land could boast went forth to meet the best; A song for the unsung heroes who fell on the bloody sod, Who fought their way from night to day and struggled up to God. THE POOL By the pool that I see in my dreams, dear love, I have sat with you time and again; And listened beneath the dank leaves, dear love, To the sibilant sound of the rain. And the pool, it is silvery bright, dear love, And as pure as the heart of a maid, As sparkling and dimpling, it darkles and shines In the depths of the heart of the glade.  THE POOL BY PAUL LAWRENCE DUNBAR READ FOR LIPPERY VOXTA ORG BY MARIE SIX FOUR FOUR MAY TWENTY TWELVE BY THE POOL THAT I SEE IN MY DREAMS DEAR LOVE I HAVE SAT WITH YOU TIME AND AGAIN AND LISTEN BENEATH THE DANK LEAVES DEAR LOVE TO THIS SIBILANT SOUND OF THE RAIN IN THE POOL IT IS SILVERY BRIGHT DEAR LOVE AND AS PURE AS THE HEART OF A MAID AS SPARKLING AND DIMPLING IT DARKLES AND SHINES IN THE DEPTHS OF THE HEART OF THE GLADE
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