 | The triumph of music |  |
Charm'd by her tender notes, the kind recluse,
Spoke his delight, in written thanks profuse;
But, anxious never from his vow to swerve,
Still he maintain'd his singular reserve:
Yet to return as aptly as he might,
The kindness, that produc'd such new delight,
He means, if unsaluted, and unseen,
They let him rest within his marble screen,
To his kind friends, their sacred music clos'd,
He means to sing, what his dark mind compos'd,
When from his harp he sought a weak relief,
Which rather echo'd, than appeas'd his grief.
The friendly compact fixt, when next the day
Call'd them, in pity's fav'rite shrine, to pray;
The tuneful pair, at their appointed hour,
Thus join'd in praising that benignant power.
Spoke his delight, in written thanks profuse;
But, anxious never from his vow to swerve,
Still he maintain'd his singular reserve:
Yet to return as aptly as he might,
The kindness, that produc'd such new delight,
He means, if unsaluted, and unseen,
They let him rest within his marble screen,
To his kind friends, their sacred music clos'd,
He means to sing, what his dark mind compos'd,
When from his harp he sought a weak relief,
Which rather echo'd, than appeas'd his grief.
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Call'd them, in pity's fav'rite shrine, to pray;
The tuneful pair, at their appointed hour,
Thus join'd in praising that benignant power.
| The triumph of music | |