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But who is He shall put his daring hand To Love’s mysterious Harp, and with rude touch Discordant violate the silver string Whose note is sweeter than the balmy South Impregn’d with soft Æolian harmony! The Song of Love is like an Angel’s voice Attuned to heavenly music; and once heard On this Terrestrial; when the Bard of Thrace Bewail’d his lost Euridice, it drew The wild Inhabitants to hear his Lyre;— Yea savage Beasts and Things inanimate To listen to his dulcet melody:— Such power is in the magic sounds of Love.