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ON HEARING AN AEOLIAN HARP, by            
First Line: Sure 'tis the voice of choired saints that flow
Last Line: As the blest relic of a happy day.
Subject(s): Harps; Musical Instruments; Lyres


Sure 'tis the voice of choired saints that flows
Along the billows of the softened breeze ...
And now, in falls and dying symphonies,
So sweet it glides, that forth my rapt soul goes
To join those hymnings, ta'en from all her woes.
Yet once more, and once more, ye minstrelsies
Of power, my stormy spirit to appease,
With some dissolving dream my thoughts compose. ...
Again your strains float, sinking on the wind,
Soft, wild, and mournful all; now melt away,
Faintly perceived, like some expiring ray
Of memory that trembles o'er the mind,
Lovely in its departure, still enshrined
As the blest relic of a happy day.





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