A melody is the Soul of a man,
A melody is the Soul of a woman;
None like another, in cadence or time,
Trillings of sweetness and measure sublime
Flow on forever.
Harmony is the soul of mankind,
Carols of sweetness and richness combined,
Pure exultation, and strains but half-glad,
Straying from keynotes expressing the sad,
Flow on together.
God forms the chords, and guides their pro
gression;
He hears every tone and notes its succession.
In strange modulations, no listener foretells,
Andante, maestoso, the symphony swells
Today and forever.
