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First Line: Nor dulcimer nor harp shall breathe
Last Line: Unto a deathless melody.
Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Seba (E. Oakes), Mrs.; Oakes-smith, Elizabeth
Subject(s): Music & Musicians; Soul

NOR dulcimer nor harp shall breathe
Their melody for me;
Within my secret soul be wrought
A holier minstrelsy!
Descend into thy depths, oh soul
And every sense in me control.

Thou hast no voice for outward mirth,
Whose purer strains arise
From those that steal from crystal gates,
The hymnings of the skies;
And well may earth's cold jarrings cease,
When such have soothed thee unto peace.

Within thy secret chamber rest,
And back each sense recall,
That seeketh 'mid the tranquil stars
Where melody shall fall;
Call home the wanderer from the vale,
From mountain and the moonlight pale.

Within the leafy wood, the sound
Of dropping rain may ring,
Which, rolling from the trembling leaf,
Falls on the sparrow's wing;
And music round the waking flower
May breathe in every star-lit bower:

Yet, come away! nor stay to hear
The breathings of a voice
Whose subtle tones awake a thrill
To make thee to rejoice,
And vibrate on the listening ear,
Too deep, too earnest, ah, too dear.

Yes, come away, and inward turn
Each thought and every sense,
For sorrow lingers from without,
Thou canst not charm it thence;
But all attuned the soul may be,
Unto a deathless melody.

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