THE HARP we love hath a royal burst! 
    Its strings are mighty forest trees; 
And branches, swaying to and fro, 
    Are fingers sounding symphonies.
The harp we love hath a solemn sound! 
    And rocks amongst the shallow seas 
Are strings from which the rolling waves 
    Draw forth their stirring harmonies.
 
The harp we love hath a low sweet voice! 
    Its strings are in the bosom deep, 
And Love will press those hidden chords 
    When all the baser passions sleep.
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