To please the heart and brain.

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If those who toil in lowly spheres

Employ such artful ways

To charm the dull and listless ears

That such may sound their praise,

Why should the artist of the mind

Shrink from that noble aim

That seeks to elevate mankind,

And light a deathless flame!

Or why should he who shapes the lives

And destiny of man,

Be less exact than he who strives

From mercenary plan.

No instrument man ever made—

None ever can be found—

No matter when or where 'tis played,

Will yield so rich a sound

As that which falls from human tongue

When heart speaks unto heart,

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