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LINES ON HEARING AN ÃOLIAN HARP. How sweet and softly on the breeze, those airy murmurs float, Resounding so melodiously, the ever varying note So calmly and so mournfully upon the evening breeze, It fills the balmy air around with richest harmonies. How wild and plaintive o'er its strings, the breezes gently sweep, Then die away so distantly, so calmly, and so deep It seems as tho' some seraph choir had stopped upon their wing, And hovered near this lower world, amidst their wandering. These are no chords so sweetly strung, by beauty's magic pow'r, Here are no art and measured tones, the senses to allure No voice is heard, no fairy hand, to strike the chords is seen, But heavenly borne, they float away, melodious and serene. Alas with us they stay not long, but quickly pass away, Fit emblem of life's varying scenes and of its quick decay Over its strings the wild winds creep, in sweet and mournful strain, Then in the distance die away, and all is hushed again PERDU.

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