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MOZART.
If Harmony, descending from above,Should condescend to our Humanity,
It is thy form she would put on; 'tis by
Thy soul she would enable us to prove
Some echoes of those concerts up above!
Dost thou bring them down to this earth, or high
Above lift us up to them in the sky?
'Tis one or other, and but small remove!
If such, and so supernal, be the spell
That binds us, poor derivatives of thee,
What must the spring-head be when first it well
From such a soul, pure, elemental, free!
So high its source that we, who low down dwell,
While within hearing seem in heaven to be!
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