The Harp the Monarch Minstrel Swept

1. 1The Harp the Monarch Minstrel swept,
2. 2The King of men, the loved of Heaven!
3. 3Which Music hallowed while she wept
4. 4O'er tones her heart of hearts had given--
5. 5Redoubled be her tears, its chords are riven!
6. 6It softened men of iron mould,
7. 7It gave them virtues not their own;
8. 8No ear so dull, no soul so cold,
9. 9That felt not--fired not to the tone,
10. 10Till David's Lyre grew mightier than his Throne!

1. 11It told the triumphs of our King,
2. 12It wafted glory to our God;
3. 13It made our gladdened valleys ring,
4. 14The cedars bow, the mountains nod;
5. 15Its sound aspired to Heaven and there abode!
6. 16Since then, though heard on earth no more,
7. 17Devotion and her daughter Love
8. 18Still bid the bursting spirit soar
9. 19To sounds that seem as from above,
10. 20In dreams that day's broad light can not remove.