Queen of every moving measure,
Sweetest source of purest pleasure,
Music; why thy powers employ
Only for the sons of joy?
Only for the smiling guests
At natal or at nuptial feasts?
Rather thy lenient numbers pour
On those whom secret griefs devour;
Bid be still the throbbing hearts
Of those, whom death, or absence parts,
And, with some softly whisper'd air,
Smooth the brow of dumb despair.
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what exactly does this poem mean??
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Did Joseph's brother Thomas write a poem with a similar name?
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This is so wonderful. What a message! Music is to be shared, not for an occasion but for a life time!
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