T'is not to be found in pocket or hand,
No silken robes or words expose,
T'is not sung, said or sounded loud
Nor in wreaths of glory shown.
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His song a man his heart shall write
Through pen and brush it sings,
For spoken word shall oft repeat
Soft words which tongues run lame,
A very fine poem of hope. love it. tony
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His song a man his heart shall write Through pen and brush it sings, For spoken word shall oft repeat Soft words which tongues run lame, A very fine poem of hope. love it. tony