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The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure	A
And I laughed when the music fell on my ear	B
For he and Mirth played a joyful measure	A
And they played so loud that I could not hear	B
The wailing and mourning of souls a weary	C
The strains of sorrow that floated around	D
For my heart's notes rang out loud and cheery	C
And I heard no other sound	D
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Mirth and Pleasure the music brothers	E
Played louder and louder in joyful glee	C
But sometimes a discord was heard by others	E
Though only the rhythm was heard by me	C
Louder and louder faster and faster	A
The hands of the brothers played strain on strain	F
When all of a sudden a Mighty Master	A
Swept them aside and Pain	F
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Pain the musician the soul refiner	A
Restrung the strings of my quivering heart	G
And the air that he played was a plaintive minor	A
So sad that the tear drops were forced to start	G
Each note was an echo of awful anguish	H
As shrill as solemn as sharp as slow	I
And my soul for a reason seemed to languish	H
And faint with its weight of woe	I
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With skilful hands that were never weary	C
This Master of Music played strain on strain	F
And between the bars of the miserere	C
He drew up the strings of my heart again	J
And I was filled with a vague strange wonder	C
To see that they did not snap in two	K
'They are drawn so tight they will break assunder '	-
I thought but instead they grew	K
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In the hands of the Master firmer and stronger	C
And I could hear on the stilly air	C
Now my ears were deafened by Mirth no longer	C
The sound of sorrow and grief and despair	C
And my soul grew kinder and tender to others	E
My nature grew sweeter my mind grew broad	L
And I held all men to be my brothers	E
Linked by the chastening rod	M
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My soul was lifted to God and heaven	N
And when on my heart strings fell again	J
The hands of Mirth and Pleasure even	O
There was never a discord to mar the strain	F
For Pain the musician and soul refiner	C
Attuned the strings with a master hand	P
And whether the music be major or minor	C
It is always sweet and grand	P

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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