The Harp

by George Borrow
The harp to every one is dear
Who hateth vice, and all things evil;
Hail to its gentle voice so clear,
Its gentle voice affrights the Devil!

The Devil can not the Minstrel quell —
He by the Minstrel is confounded;
From Saul was cast the spirit fell,
When David's harp melodious sounded.
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English
Author of original: 
Goronwy Owen
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