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MUSIC-DROPS.
Where is he could upward look
Upon heaven's starry book,
Or bending o'er the lily's folds,
Breathe the music that it holds,
And not feel his spirit stirred
As if angel-tones he heard,
Dropping down! Welling up!
Sweetening life's bitter cup?
Upon heaven's starry book,
Or bending o'er the lily's folds,
Breathe the music that it holds,
And not feel his spirit stirred
As if angel-tones he heard,
Dropping down! Welling up!
Sweetening life's bitter cup?
