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The Melody.
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     How like it is to life!
    With chords of sadness thrilling,
    With dissonances filling
Our souls with wail of sorrow, with mortal anguish rife.

     But catch the strain above,
    Sweet strain divine and holy,
    Sweet strain divine and holy,
     Ah, catch that strain above!
    One joy receiving, giving,
    Makes all life has in living,
The melody we hear through all, sweet strain of human love!