There Is In Souls A Sympathy With Sounds; And As The Mind Is Pitch'd The Ear Is Pleased With Melting Airs Or Martial, Brisk Or Grave

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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds;
And as the mind is pitch'd the ear is pleased
With melting airs or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touch'd within us, and the heart replies.
How soft the music of those village bells
Falling at intervals upon the ear
In cadence sweet!
-- William Cowper (1731-1800)
-- The Task, Book vi, Winter Walk at Noon, Line 1

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