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John Greenleaf Whittier

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The harp at Nature's advent strung
Has never ceased to play;
The song the stars of morning sung
Has never died away.
--
The Worship of Nature, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 
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I'm not terribly interested in playing harp on other people's music right now. Partly because I feel like many people view the harp as this kind of gimmick. You know, like they have songs that are fully realized, complete songs, and then they think "How do we make this special? - Ooh, let's bring the harp in!" and they kind of want a harpist to play a glissando and play some heavenly noise in the background. I'm really interested in the harp as a fully actualized, self-contained way of presenting songs. That there is a bass in the harp - there is a way to create a rhythmic sense without drums - there's a way to have all sorts of textural variations and expressive variations.
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