MUSIC.
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When the heart is overflowing, Now with sorrow, now with joy,
And its fulness mocks our showing, Like a spell that words destroy:
When the soul is all devotion, Till its rapture grows a pain
And to free the pent emotion Even prayer’s wings spread in vain:
Then but one relief is given: Not a voice of mortal birth,
But a language born in heaven, And in mercy lent to earth:
Lent to consecrate our sighing, Shed a glory on our tears,
And uplift us without dying To the Vision-circled spheres.