O’er yonder harp, makes music as it goes.
Let me play on the soul-harp I love best,
And teach it all its dreaming melody;
That is my mission; I have nothing else,
In all the world, to do. And I shall go
Musicless, aimless, idle, through all life,
Unless I play my part there—only there.
In the full anthem which the universe
Intones to heaven, my heart will have no share,
Unless I have that soul-harp to myself,