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LINES ON --- SINGING.

The music springs from thy pure breast,
Like Venus from the Sea;
Her birth lulled storm and surge to rest,
So might thy Minstrelsy.
And yet that minstrelsy exerts,
More sweet, more solemn power;
Hushing the storms in human hearts,
E'en in their mightiest hour!
 

Originally published in the “Keepsake.”