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Gilbert Keith Chesterton - The Strange Music
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Other loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack,
    But I wander like a minstrel with a harp upon my back,
Though the harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret,
    Still, my hope is all before me; for I cannot play it yet.

In your strings is hid a music that no hand hath e`er let fall,
    In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all;
Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame,
    Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow`s name.

Not as mine, my soul`s annointed, not as mine the rude and light
    Easy mirth of many faces, swaggering pride of song and fight;
Something stranger, something sweeter, something waiting you afar,
    Secret as your stricken senses, magic as your sorrows are.

But on this, God`s harp supernal, stretched but to be stricken once,
    Hoary time is a beginner, Life a bungler, Death a dunce.
But I will not fear to match them - no by God, I will not fear,
    I will learn you, I will play you and the stars stand still to hear.
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