OH thou! whose soft, bewitching lyre Can lull the sting of pain to rest; Oh thou! whose warbling notes inspire The pensive muse with visions blest: Sweet music! let thy melting airs Enhance my joys and soothe my cares! Is there enchantment in thy voice, Thy dulcet harp, thy moving measure; To bid the mournful mind rejoice, To raise the fairy form of pleasure? Yes, heavenly maid! a charm is thine, A magic art, a spell divine! Sweet music! when thy notes we hear, Some dear remembrance oft they brin Of friends beloved, no longer near, And days that flew on rapture's wing Hours of delight that long are past, And dreams of joy, too bright to last! And oft 'tis thine the soul to fire, With glory's animating flame, Bid valour's noble sons aspire To win th' immortal wreath of fame, Thine, too, the soft, expressive tones That pity, tender pity owns! Oh harmony! celestial power, Thou syren of the melting soul! In sorrow's reign, in pleasure's hour, My heart shall own thy blest control; And ever let thy moving airs, Enhance my joys and soothe my cares! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEWISH LULLABY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THURSDAY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS JIM, WHO RAN AWAY FROM HIS NURSE, AND WAS EATEN BY A LION by HILAIRE BELLOC SNEEZING by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT YARROW VISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SIBLINGS OF A GRAYER SKY by NAVEED ALAM |