O CEASE ! forbear! that touching strain O cease!
Those sounds o’er every thrilling nerve have power;
They bring again that feeling, anxious hour,
That press’d so nearly on my bosom’s peace.
O Memory! each recorded note is thine,
So softly plaintive, so enchanting sweet,
It seem’d as it could tears of pity greet,
Or sighs of love to harmony refine.
Still, still again that melting tone I hear,
So finely touch’d as though by zephyr fann’d;
Or, swept by some unseen ethereal hand,
The harp of
(Mrs. Walter Spencer)
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