  A thousand harps are breaking music in my heart, In wild picturesque corners where the nymphs might prance, Strains, half sweet, half sad, in my daily life apart, Gush forth as from a fountain where the sun’s light dance. The dusk of night is hov’ring o’er the twilight hour, Its hidden existence through ever changing years, The sun’s last rays shed a halo o’er our bower, The flowers in their beauty seem diffused with tears. All nature blends in song, in harmony so grand, Oh why not my soul in sweet melody divine, Soar ever onward, upward over sea and land, Through space and eternity to the heav’nly shrine. |
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