What passion does the music stir
On wounded or afflicted heart
What remedy the strains confer
When joy and pleasure both depart
How sweet a soothing air set free
When expectation’s cruelly slain
A soul-restoring euphony
Shall waft forthwith to heal the pain
With music, cares and stress take wings
And burden’s carried far from sight
A harmony with golden strings
Returns, diffusing calming light
So fear not the darkest hour
When all before you speaks of doom
Majestic music has the power
To conjure solace from the gloom
