. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. Poet Scout. Ceased the clicking of the chipsAt the gambling tables nearAs from off the girlish lipsFell the notes so sweet ceased their cups todrain,Stood transfixed as pulselessstone,Listening to the sweet refrain,Thou canst save and Thou the sweetest pathos sheClothed the pleading so intense,-, As the words came tremblingly From the lips of hearts which had defied Every Christian overtureMelted, as she eager cried1 Save me, Lord, and make me the old pianos stringsTrembled neath her touch the

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. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. Poet Scout. Ceased the clicking of the chipsAt the gambling tables nearAs from off the girlish lipsFell the notes so sweet ceased their cups todrain,Stood transfixed as pulselessstone,Listening to the sweet refrain,Thou canst save and Thou the sweetest pathos sheClothed the pleading so intense,-, As the words came tremblingly From the lips of hearts which had defied Every Christian overtureMelted, as she eager cried1 Save me, Lord, and make me the old pianos stringsTrembled neath her touch the notes on unseen wingsFloated out upon the the street men paused to hear,Paused and stood with batedbreath,At the girlish notes so clear, When mine eyes shall close in and breathless through the door Came the mother of the maid,And the little singer boreBack to home from whence a miner homeward trailedMurmuring prayers a scarlet woman wailed, •Let me hide myself in Wh

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