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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE VIOLIN, by WARREN HOLDEN
First Line: The heart's own voice, sweet viol, by thy name
Last Line: And waft it heavenward as on angel wings.
Subject(s): Violins
First Line: The heart's own voice, sweet viol, by thy name
Last Line: And waft it heavenward as on angel wings.
Subject(s): Violins
The Heart's Own Voice, sweet viol, by thy name,
Whose throbbing chords are tuned to every tone
Of passion's scale to human bosom known.
Dost thou discourse of love? The lover's frame
Responsive trembles and reveals the flame.
Is grief thy theme? What sympathy is shown
On every face! Mayhap there bursts a moan.
Thy gentle chiding wakens conscious blame.
Spontaneous pleasure leads the nimble dance
Where'er thy wizard wand a challenge flings,
'Neath stately roof or greenwood tree perchance.
And when repentance wavers o'er the strings
Their pleading prayers the contrite heart entrance,
And waft it heavenward as on angel wings.
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