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woke the buried sound that lay In Memnon's harp of yore? What spirit on its viewless way Along the Nile's green shore? —Oh! not the night, and not the storm, And not the lightning's fire— But sunlight's touch—the kind—the warm— This woke the mystic lyre! This, this, awoke the lyre!

What wins the heart's deep chords to pour Their music forth on life, Like a sweet voice, prevailing o'er    The sounds of torrent strife? —Oh! not the conflict midst the throng, Not e'en the triumph's hour;— Love is the gifted and the strong To wake that music's power! His breath awakes that power!