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To Marian Anderson
by
Portia Bird Daniel
Would that I might woo a more kindly muse
To pay homage to you, high priestess of song,
God's golden throated messenger divine
Wo to no age, nor race, nor time belong.
Your glorious voice, a priceless instrument
Carved from the praise and heartache of mankind,
Within the sacred temple of your soul
May beauty's spell forever be enshrined.
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