The harp we love hath a royal burst! br Its strings are mighty forest trees; br And branches, swaying to and fro, br Are fingers sounding symphonies. br br The harp we love hath a solemn sound! br And rocks amongst the shallow seas br Are strings from which the rolling waves br Draw forth their stirring harmonies. br br The harp we love hath a low sweet voice! br Its strings are in the bosom deep, br And Love will press those hidden chords br When all the baser passions sleep.