 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
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THE ÆOLIAN HARP.
Harp of the Winds! how vainly art thou swelling
Thy diapason on the heedless blast!
How idly, too, thy gentler chords are telling
A tale of sorrow as the breeze sweeps past!
Why dost thou waste on loneliness the strain
Which were not heard by human ears in vain?
Thy diapason on the heedless blast!
How idly, too, thy gentler chords are telling
A tale of sorrow as the breeze sweeps past!
Why dost thou waste on loneliness the strain
Which were not heard by human ears in vain?
And the harp answered: “Though the winds are bearing
My soul of sweetness on their viewless wings,
Yet one faint tone may reach some soul despairing,
And rouse its energies to happier things;
O! not in vain my song, if it but gives
One moment's joy to anything that lives.”
My soul of sweetness on their viewless wings,
Yet one faint tone may reach some soul despairing,
And rouse its energies to happier things;
O! not in vain my song, if it but gives
One moment's joy to anything that lives.”
O heart of mine! canst thou not here, discerning
An emblem of thyself, some solace find?
Though earth may never quench thy life-long yearning,
Yet give thyself, like music, to the wind;
Thy wandering thoughts may teach thy love and trust,
And waken sympathy when thou art dust.
An emblem of thyself, some solace find?
Though earth may never quench thy life-long yearning,
Yet give thyself, like music, to the wind;
Thy wandering thoughts may teach thy love and trust,
And waken sympathy when thou art dust.
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