 | Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover |  |
MELODY.
Oh! that song
Still prolong,
It breathes of bliss and pain;
Of pleasure gone
When hearts were one
That now, alas, are twain.
But that strain
Weaves a chain,
Binding hearts
Coldness parts,
Till I think
Music's link
Makes them one again!
Still prolong,
It breathes of bliss and pain;
Of pleasure gone
When hearts were one
That now, alas, are twain.
But that strain
Weaves a chain,
Binding hearts
Coldness parts,
Till I think
Music's link
Makes them one again!
Oh! to me,
Melody
By nature seems design'd
The last found tie,
When others die,
The feeling heart to bind:
Friends we love
False may prove,
Hopes decay—
But some lay
In soothing fall
May oft recall
The time when both were kind.
Melody
By nature seems design'd
The last found tie,
When others die,
The feeling heart to bind:
148
False may prove,
Hopes decay—
But some lay
In soothing fall
May oft recall
The time when both were kind.
Then for me,
Melody,
Pour thy healing balm;
O'er the strife
Of troubled life
Breathe thy holy calm:
Triumph thine
How divine!
For in the day
Worlds decay,
Still, in heaven
Thou art given
The undying palm.
Melody,
Pour thy healing balm;
O'er the strife
Of troubled life
Breathe thy holy calm:
Triumph thine
How divine!
For in the day
Worlds decay,
Still, in heaven
Thou art given
The undying palm.
| Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover | |