The Unknown Singermorn, And men looked not, but passed by in scorn. He stayed as the noon sun fiercely glared, And no one smiled, nor was glad, nor cared He stood in the red-tinged West at eve, And the people turned not that way to grieve. He went away in the night, and then The moon in the sky came out, and men, With their faces turned to the stars were dumb; But he came not back, nor ever will come. Yet ever the Master will sing his song, Though the strain die out in the careless throng. But at night, when his melody sounds elsewhere, Men will speak with a hushed and a reverent air, Of the voice that they heard, and they heeded not Till the voice was still__he who sung forgot. ___William H. Simpson
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