OFT in the midst of music rare Comes a break in the fluent air; Seeming dissonances creep Into the chords once tender, deep. But, as the deft musician plays On to the end, the music strays Back to harmonies that are meet, Making the whole a thing more sweet. So, from the strings of the harp of life Notes may be struck with discord rife; But when the air is played, you see They were a part of the melody. |