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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The harp the Monarch Minstrel swept</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I<br>The harp the Monarch Minstrel swept,<br> The King of men, the lov'd of Heav'n,<br>Which Music hallowed while she wept<br> O'er tones her heart of hearts had giv'n,<br> Redoubled be her tears, its chords are riv'n!<br>It soften'd men of iron mould,<br> It gave them virtues not their own;<br>No ear so dull, no soul so cold,<br> That felt not—fired not to the tone,<br> Till David's lyre grew mightier than his throne!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=116966" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> II<br>It told the triumphs of our King—<br> It wafted glory to our God—<br>It made our gladdened vallies ring—<br> The cedars bow—the mountains nod—<br>Its sound aspired to Heaven and there abode!<br>Since then—though heard on earth no more—<br> Devotion and her daughter Love<br>Still bid the bursting spirit soar<br> To sounds that seem as from above<br>In dreams that day's broad light can not remove.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a></strong> from <em><a href="http://sources.citatepedia.com/from.php?a=Byron&d=The+Hebrew+Melodies">The Hebrew Melodies</a></em></div>