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Paul Laurence Dunbar - The Master-PlayePaul Laurence Dunbar - The Master-Playe
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AN old worn harp that had been played Till all its strings were loose and frayed, Joy, Hate and Fear, each one essayed, To play. But each in turn had found No sweet responsiveness of sound Then Love the Master-Player came With heaving breast and eyes aflame; The harp he took all undismayed, Smote on its strings, still strange to song, And brought forth music sweet and strong.
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