God is its author, and not man; he laid
The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
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God is its author, and not man; he laid
The key-note of all harmonies; he planned
All perfect combinations, and he made
Us so that we could hear and understand.

I'm saddest when I sing.

I'm saddest when I sing.

Music is love in search of a word.

Music is love in search of a word.

Cute little babies that fall out of swings - These are a few of my favorite things.

Cute little babies that fall out of swings - These are a few of my favorite things.

Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have read more

Her voice, the music of the spheres,
So loud, it deafens mortals' ears;
As wise philosophers have thought,
And that's the cause we hear it not.

The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more

The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's read more

There's music in the sighing of a reed;
There's music in the gushing of a rill;
There's music in all things, if men had ears:
Their earth is but an echo of the spheres.

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

For discords make the sweetest airs.

For discords make the sweetest airs.