. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . Vd^ ^S^fflfjf ^swiiiiiB THE RIVER OF SONG. As passed the thunder-peal, Came raindrops, falling near,A rain one could not feel, A rain that smote the we turned to look again Towards the mountain wall,When a deep tone shook the fane, Like the avalanches piped the wind, fast poured the rain, The very earth seemed riven,And wildly flashed, and yet again, The smiting fires of heaven. THE SONGS OF THE RHINE. 275 And cheeks that wore the light of smiles When slowly rose the gale,Like pulseless statues lined the ai

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. Zigzag journeys in northwest lands. The Rhine to the Arctic . Vd^ ^S^fflfjf ^swiiiiiB THE RIVER OF SONG. As passed the thunder-peal, Came raindrops, falling near,A rain one could not feel, A rain that smote the we turned to look again Towards the mountain wall,When a deep tone shook the fane, Like the avalanches piped the wind, fast poured the rain, The very earth seemed riven,And wildly flashed, and yet again, The smiting fires of heaven. THE SONGS OF THE RHINE. 275 And cheeks that wore the light of smiles When slowly rose the gale,Like pulseless statues lined the aisles And, as forms of marble, organs undertones Still sounded sweet and the calm of a more than mortal trust With the rhythms seemed to flow. The Masters mirrored face Was lifted from the keys,As if more holy was the place As he touched the notes of the sympathetic reeds His chastened spirit caught,As the senses met the needs And the touch of human organ whispered sweet, The organ whispered low, Fear not, Gods love is w

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