<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391828" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Songs for the People</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me make the songs for the people, <br>Songs for the old and young; <br>Songs to stir like a battle-cry <br>Wherever they are sung. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not for the clashing of sabres, <br>For carnage nor for strife; <br>But songs to thrill the hearts of men <br>With more abundant life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me make the songs for the weary, <br>Amid life's fever and fret, <br>Till hearts shall relax their tension, <br>And careworn brows forget. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let me sing for little children, <br>Before their footsteps stray, <br>Sweet anthems of love and duty, <br>To float o'er life's highway. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would sing for the poor and aged, <br>When shadows dim their sight; <br>Of the bright and restful mansions, <br>Where there shall be no night. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our world, so worn and weary, <br>Needs music, pure and strong, <br>To hush the jangle and discords <br>Of sorrow, pain, and wrong. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Music to soothe all its sorrow, <br>Till war and crime shall cease; <br>And the hearts of men grown tender <br>Girdle the world with peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frances+Ellen+Watkins+Harper">Frances Ellen Watkins Harper</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391828" data-title="Songs for the People de Frances Ellen Watkins Harper" data-description="Let me make the songs for the people, Songs for the old and young; Songs to stir like a battle-cry Wherever they are sung. Not for the clashing of sabres, For carnage nor for strife; But songs to thrill the hearts of men With more abundant..."></div> </div> </div>

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