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In million tones entwined for evermore Music with angel-pinions hovers there, To pierce man's being to its inmost core, Eternal beauty as its fruit to bear; The eye grows moist, in yearnings blest reveres The godlike worth of music as of tears.

And so the lightened heart soon learns to see That it still lives, and beats, and ought to beat, Offering itself with joy and willingly, In grateful payment for a gift so sweet. And then was felt,—oh, may it constant prove!— The twofold bliss of music and of love.

remembrance of the Good Keep us ever glad in mood.

The remembrance of the Fair Makes a mortal rapture share,

The remembrance of one's Love Blest is, if it constant prove.

The remembrance of the One Is the greatest joy that's known.

I was still a youthful wight, So full of enjoyment and merry, The painters used to assert, in spite, That my features were small—yes, very; Yet then full many a beauteous child With true affection upon me smiled.