Soft Is The Strain When Zephyr Gently

Tis But A Part We See, And Not A Whole.

See Christians, Jews, One Heavy Sabbath Keep, And All The Western World Believe And Sleep.

In Faith And Hope The World Will Disagree, But All Mankind's Concern Is Charity.

But Touch Me, And No Minister So Sore. Whoe'er Offends, At Some Unlucky Time Slides Into Verse, And Hitches In A Rhyme, Sacred To Ridicule His Whole Life Long, And The Sad Burthen Of Some Merry Song.

Light Quirks Of Music, Broken And Uneven,make The Soul Dance Upon A Jig To Heav'n.