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THE POET.

Listen! the mother
Croons o'er her darling;
Birds to the summer
Call from the trees;
Sailors in chorus
Chant of the ocean:
The poet's heart singeth
Songs sweeter than these.
Thy lute, gentle lover,
To her thou adorest;
Ye troubadours! pæans
For princes of Guelph:

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But Heaven's own harpers
Breathe not in their music
The song that his happy heart
Sings to itself;
The changeless, soft song that it
Sings to itself!
 

For this trifle, obligations are due to Maestro Mozart. A sunny little opening Andante of his, from the Second Sonata in A major, suggested immediately and quite irresistibly the words here appended, which follow its rhythm throughout.