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TEARS IN MUSIC.
ON THE SLOW MOVEMENT OF MOZART'S SYMPHONY IN
Oh, hush! my soul, be silent,
For the chords sweep on again ;
Still listen to the strain.
It flows along, like waters,
To a tuneful “ dying fall,”
That smiles amid them all.
In deep waves of affection
Flows on the mournful river, Persuasively, persuasively,
For ever and for ever.
Methinks a sad beloved one
Is by her lover kneeling,
Her tender strains are stealing.
With her soft blue
she asketh The secret of his woe,
For a burning grief hath seal'd his heart
And his tears will not flow.
She asketh with the music
That tells of things that were ;
Were a solace unto her.
Like clouds a bright star circling,
Like soft winds round a rose, Like waters round a lily's brim,
That wondrous music flows.
Ah, woe for that sweet singer !
Woe for that loving heart! Her pulse beats quick, her words fall fast;
But he turns unmoved to part.
One lingering note recalls him;
Thus, thus, he cannot sever: And on and on persuasively
The music flows for ever.
She ever seems to plead,
The saddest, grief could need.
Her soft blue eye is filling
With tears for his and him, And her low sad strain swept on again,
Until his own were dim.
Enough, enough - he weepeth,
His heart no more is cold, And tears can tell a passionate world
That in language is untold.
Refreshingly as breezes
Blow o'er the sultry sands, Refreshingly as gushing showers
Rain life on thirsty lands;
Delicious as when sunshine
Streams o'er a wintry sky, Delicious as the soft air's breath
When the thunder hath pass’d by ;