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MUSIC.
I oft have heard the merry laugh
Of children at their play—
It came from hearts of purity,
As sweetly pure as they.
Of children at their play—
It came from hearts of purity,
As sweetly pure as they.
I've heard a song from beauty's lip,
It's melody was rare,
And failing softly on my ear,
It seemed to banish care.
It's melody was rare,
And failing softly on my ear,
It seemed to banish care.
The murmur of the waterfall,
The music of the bird,
I own these have a magic power,
That oft my soul has stirred.
The music of the bird,
I own these have a magic power,
That oft my soul has stirred.
And yet, by tar the sweetest sounds,
E'er borne upon the air,
Were words that breathed of hope and peace
To hearts of dull despair.
E'er borne upon the air,
Were words that breathed of hope and peace
To hearts of dull despair.
Methinks the angels pause to hear,
A sound so truly sweet.
Rejoiced that from a world like this,
Such sounds their ears can greet.
A sound so truly sweet.
Rejoiced that from a world like this,
Such sounds their ears can greet.