PHE KOIJAN HARP, 



Harp of the winds ! how vainly art thou swelling 



Thy diapason on the heedless blast ; 

 How idly too thy gentler chords are telling 



A tale of sorrow as the breeze sweeps past ; 

 Why dost thou waste in loneliness the strain 

 Which were not heard by human ears in vain? 



And the Harp answered: "Though the winds are bearing 

 My soul of sweetness on their viewless wings, 



Yet one faint tone may reach some soul despairing, 

 And rouse its energies to happier things ; 



Oh ! not in vain my song if it but gives 



One moment's joy to any thing that lives." 



Oh heart of mine ! canst thou not, here discerning 



An emblem of thyself, some solace find ? 

 Though earth may never quench thy life-long yearning 



Yet give thyself like music to the wind : — 

 Thy wandering thought may teach thy love and trust, 

 And waken sympathy when thou art dust. 



