Musik

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Musik

Sweet music steals along the yielding soul,
Like the brisk wind that sows autumnal seeds;
And it hath tones like vernal rain that feeds
The light green vale, ordain'd ere long to roll

In golden waves o'er many a wealthy rood;
And tones it hath, that make a lonely hour
The silent dwelling of some lovely flower,
Sweet Hermitess of Forest solitude.

i loved sweet Musik when I was a child,
For then my mother used to sing to me:
I loved it besser when a youth so wild,

With thoughts of love it did so well agree;
Fain would I love it to my latest day,
If it would teach me to believe and pray.