LATE as I pass’d, methought upon the air
Soft music floated, such as softens care!
Awhile it seem’d of Philomela’s strain,
And yet more sweet, as some fond charm for pain.
If minds untaught her warblings wild will feel,
Deep through the soul’s recesses these will steal;
For “sentiment and thonght” inform the song;
To nature, feeling, taste, the notes belong.
Sweet Bard of mournful melodies! ’tis thine
To pour upon the soul a strain divine.
Thy powers alone infuse into the heart
New sympathies, new energies impart,
Bid Genius waken from its dream supine,
And by collision catch a spark from thine.
(Mrs. Walter Spencer)
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