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The Symphony

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Wonder in happy eyes         Fades, fades away:     And the angel-coloured skies         Whisper farewell.     Loveliness over the strings of the heart may stray         In fugitive melodies;     But Oh, the hand of the Master must not stay,         Even for a breath;     For to prolong one joy, or even to dwell         On one rich chord of pain,     Beyond the pulse of the song, would untune heaven         And drown the stars in death.     So youth with its love-note dies;         And beauty fades in the air,     To make the master-symphony immortal,         And find new life and deeper wonder there.

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