. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . txiflit the gay harp! see the moon is on high,And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, Young hearts, when they feel the soft light of her eye,Obey the mute call, and heave into motion. Then, sound notes—the gayest, the lightest, That ever took wing, when heavn lookd brightest!Again! Again! r -^ e. Oh! could such heart-stirring music be heardIn that City of Statues described by romancers, So wakening its spell, even stone would be stirrd,And statues themselves all start into dancers! Jl Why then delay, with suoh sound
. Literature, art and song: Moore's melodies and American poems; . txiflit the gay harp! see the moon is on high,And, as true to her beam as the tides of the ocean, Young hearts, when they feel the soft light of her eye,Obey the mute call, and heave into motion. Then, sound notes—the gayest, the lightest, That ever took wing, when heavn lookd brightest!Again! Again! r -^ e. Oh! could such heart-stirring music be heardIn that City of Statues described by romancers, So wakening its spell, even stone would be stirrd,And statues themselves all start into dancers! Jl Why then delay, with suoh sounds in our ears, And the flower of Beautys own garden before us,—While stars overhead leave the song of their spheres, And listning to ours, hang wondering oer us?Again, that strain!—to hear it thus sounding Might set even Deaths cold pulses bounding—Again! Again!Oh, what delight when the youthful and gay. Each with eye like a sunbeam and foot like a feather,Thus dance, like the Hours to the music of May, And mingle sweet song and sunshine together! 1^ 228.
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