Harps We Love.
The harp we love hath a royal burst !
Its strings are mighty forest trees ;
And branches, swaying to and fro,
Are fingers sounding symphonies.
The harp we love hath a solemn sound !
And rocks amongst the shallow seas
Are strings from which the rolling waves
Draw forth their stirring harmonies.
The harp we love hath a low sweet voice !
Its strings are in the bosom deep,
And Love will press those hidden chords
When all the baser passions sleep.
Henry Kendall, Poems and Songs, J. R. Clarke, Sydney, 1862, page 62