. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. ave 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 mai

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. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. ave 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 When the nightfall came again,No light from the dancehouse was the pianos strain,Gambling tables the day the stages bore Sad-faced women from the town,Vowing they would never moreTread the path which led them

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