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While one race sinks into night another renews its dawn. The Celtic Twilight is the morning-time and the singing of birds is prophetic of the new day. We have had to welcome of late years one sweet singer after another, and now comes a volume of lyrics which has that transcendental note which is peculiar to our younger writers. It is full of the mystery and commingling of the human and the divine soul:
"Hail, thou living spirit! / Whose deep organ blown / By lips that more inherit / Than all music known; / Art is but the echo of thy mysterious tone. "