St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, The - Part 19
Mysterious power of Song! the lips of Love
Make mellower music than a thousand strings
Of harps. Thine eyes my grosser thoughts remove,
But thy sweet voice doth give my spirit wings,
As up the air melodious whisperings,
Ethereal harmonies, divinely low,
Float, like the echoes which the morning flings
From the pleased valleys — hymns that upward flow,
Warming the purple hills with praises as they go.
Make mellower music than a thousand strings
Of harps. Thine eyes my grosser thoughts remove,
But thy sweet voice doth give my spirit wings,
As up the air melodious whisperings,
Ethereal harmonies, divinely low,
Float, like the echoes which the morning flings
From the pleased valleys — hymns that upward flow,
Warming the purple hills with praises as they go.
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