<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384657" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Musicians</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure, <br> And I laughed when the music fell on my ear, <br>For he and Mirth played a joyful measure, <br> And they played so loud that I could not hear<br>The wailing and mourning of souls a-weary -<br> The strains of sorrow that floated around, <br>For my heart's notes rang out loud and cheery, <br> And I heard no other sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mirth and Pleasure, the music brothers, <br> Played louder and louder in joyful glee; <br>But sometimes a discord was heard by others -<br> Though only the rhythm was heard by me.<br>Louder and louder, faster and faster<br> The hands of the brothers played strain on strain, <br>When all of a sudden a Mighty Master<br> Swept them aside; and Pain, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pain, the musician, the soul-refiner, <br> Restrung the strings of my quivering heart, <br>And the air that he played was a plaintive minor, <br> So sad that the tear-drops were forced to start; <br>Each note was an echo of awful anguish, <br> As shrill as solemn, as sharp as slow, <br>And my soul for a reason seemed to languish<br> And faint with its weight of woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With skilful hands that were never weary, <br> This Master of Music played strain on strain, <br>And between the bars of the miserere, <br> He drew up the strings of my heart again, <br>And I was filled with a vague, strange wonder, <br> To see that they did not snap in two.<br>'They are drawn so tight, they will break assunder, '<br> I thought, but instead, they grew, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the hands of the Master, firmer and stronger; <br> And I could hear on the stilly air -<br>Now my ears were deafened by Mirth no longer -<br> The sound of sorrow, and grief, and despair; <br>And my soul grew kinder and tender to others, <br> My nature grew sweeter, my mind grew broad, <br>And I held all men to be my brothers, <br> Linked by the chastening rod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My soul was lifted to God and heaven, <br> And when on my heart-strings fell again<br>The hands of Mirth, and Pleasure, even, <br> There was never a discord to mar the strain.<br>For Pain, the musician, and soul-refiner, <br> Attuned the strings with a master hand, <br>And whether the music be major or minor, <br> It is always sweet and grand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384657" data-title="The Musicians de Ella Wheeler Wilcox" data-description="The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure, And I laughed when the music fell on my ear, For he and Mirth played a joyful measure, And they played so loud that I could not hear The wailing and mourning of souls a-weary - The strains of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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