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22 The National Music of America.
And gone is envy, hate and wrong,
And sorrow flies off at the song.
And malice, avarice and greed,
Far from the tones they quickly speed.
And all is well within the heart,
For sin in singing takes no part.
God's blessing rests upon the tune
And for each mortal 'tis a boon,
Since Satan cannot weave his spell
Where tones of Music softly swell.
All people know how David's song
King Saul's existence did prolong;
His harp-tones and rich melody
Caused the king's sorrows swift to fly.
And by sweet music men are stirred
To listen to God's Holy Word.
Eliseus this secret knew
And played the harp with gladness too.
I love the gentle, fragrant Spring,
When all the birds begin to sing.
Then Heaven and Earth have joyous guise
And many melodies arise.
The nightingale with tender trill
With glory all the woods doth fill.
Her song can wondrous joy impart,
And thanks arise in every heart.
But greater thanks to God arise,
Who sent this songster from the skies
To be a model pure and true
To all the souls that music woo.