That Harp You Play So Well
O DAVID , if I had
Your power, I should be glad—
In harping, with the sling,
In patient reasoning!
Blake, Homer, Job, and you,
Have made old wine-skins new.
Your energies have wrought
Stout continents of thought.
But, David, if the heart
Be brass, what boots the art
Of exorcising wrong,
Of harping to a song?
The sceptre and the ring
And every royal thing
Will fail. Grief's lustiness
Must cure the harp's distress.
Your power, I should be glad—
In harping, with the sling,
In patient reasoning!
Blake, Homer, Job, and you,
Have made old wine-skins new.
Your energies have wrought
Stout continents of thought.
But, David, if the heart
Be brass, what boots the art
Of exorcising wrong,
Of harping to a song?
The sceptre and the ring
And every royal thing
Will fail. Grief's lustiness
Must cure the harp's distress.
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