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Murmur on, murmur on, all your melodies sweet,
As the south wind where roses and amaranths meet;
For the emerald home of an innocent dove,
With her breast throbbing bliss, and her song singing love.
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Murmur on, murmur on, sweet harp, sweet harp,
Murmur on, murmur on, sweet harp, sweet harp,
Murmur on, murmur on, sweet harp, sweet harp,
Murmur on sweet harp. |
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Murmur on, murmur on, with your soft Sabbath tone,
Wafting childhood’s pure soul to the heavenly throne;
Where he waits who once whispered o’er life’s troubled sea.
“Suffer dear little children unto me.”
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Murmur on, murmur on, all your sanctified Lore,
Wreathing harmonies over “The Beautiful Shore;”
“Oh ’tis glorious” thus to be soothed by the hymn,
Singing bliss never fading, and stars never dim.
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Murmur on, murmur on, O thou harp of the Blest,
In our childhood’s sweet choir on the dear day of rest;
Murmur on till we sweep thee with those Harps above
That the angels sweep ever for mercy and love.
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