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MUSIC.


IT'S not in the harp's soft melting tone,
That music and harmony dwell alone:
IT'S not in the voice SO tender and clear
That comes like an angels strain DER the cart
They both sweet, but DER dale and hill,
For Inc there's as beautiful music still.
hear it in every murmurng breath,
That moves the bells OF the purple heath;
In the watch dogs bark, in the shepherds song,
In the rustic's laugh, as it echoes along;
In the whZZing sound of the wild birds wing
There's music, there's music, in every thing
There's music in the first lovers sigh,
That answers the glance OF the melting eye,
That watts it home to the lovers heart
And bids his idle fears depart:


And raises the trembling blush in the cheek
And says far more than words can speak.
There's music, too, in the evenings breeze,
When it shakes the blossoms from the trees,
And watts them in the moon-lit heaven,
Like iairy barqnes from their anchors driven;
And they, thro' the clear and cloudess night,
Float in waveess sea of light.


There's music, too, when the winds are high,
And the clouds sailing through the sky;
When ocean foams and ashes the shore,
When the lghtnings fash and the thunders roar;
Yes, cen in the tempest's jubilee,
There's music and grandeur and beauty for me.
There's music, sweet music, where insects play,
When they burst into life and the light of day,
And shake such sounds from their shining wings,
As winds make in murmuring Ger harp strings,
In the song of the birds, in the rippling streams;
OH these are such sounds as we hear in our dreams
There's music unheard, that is only felt,
In the bosom where passionate feelings have dwelt:
Where the purest and warmest of thoughts have blen
To tune the heart like an instrument
From whose chords, as time hath o'er them flown.
His wing hath but walked tender tone.
There's music most blest in the house of prayer,
Aye. the sweetest and loveiest of music is there;
When the innocent voices together blend,
And their mingled tones above ascend;
There is the holiest music given,
From the hearts warm altar up to heaven.