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| A song of hope and resurrection. |
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1. Ruins! Ruins! far and wide
From the river and lake, to the prairie side, Dreary, dreary and darkness falls, While the autumn winds moan thro' the blackened walls. Chorus a tempo But see! the bright rift in the cloud..... And hear! the great voice from the shore.... Our city shall rise! yes she shall rise Queen of the west once more....... 2. Ruins! Ruins! street and square In a hopeless confusion are mingled there, Strangely, strangely our old haunts fade In the cast open waste that the fire has made. 3. Ruins! Ruins! naught is here But the wreck of our homes, and our hopes most dear, Fallen, fallen in ashes gray Where they lie with our wealth and our pride to-day. |
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