Poem by Henry Kendall

Poems and Songs (1862). Harps We Love

The harp we love hath a royal burst!
 Its strings are mighty forest trees;
And branches, swaying to and fro,
 Are fingers sounding symphonies.

The harp we love hath a solemn sound!
 And rocks amongst the shallow seas
Are strings from which the rolling waves
 Draw forth their stirring harmonies.

The harp we love hath a low sweet voice!
 Its strings are in the bosom deep,
And Love will press those hidden chords
 When all the baser passions sleep.

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