Nor deem the irrevocable past As wholly wasted, wholly vain If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) American poet |
| Yes, music is the prophet's art; Among the gifts that God hath sent, One of the most magnificent! It calms the agitated heart; Temptations, evil thoughts, and all The passions that disturb the soul, Are quelled by its divine control, As the evil spirit fled from Saul, And his distemper was allayed, When David took his harp and played.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) American poet |
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