Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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LAMENT.
My Heart is sad, and my Harpstrings have grownWeary of this eternal Theme of Woe;
Oh that some good old Song might wake e'en now
The Spirit which so long from them has flown!
My Hand is heavy, and its Touch is thrown
Reluctantly athwart them, for they know
No Voice but what from blank Despair doth flow,
Their Mirth is forced, and turns into a Moan!
And if the blessed Music of old Days
Come back by Fits unto the Strings, it finds
No Ears that comprehend its Wisdom, Minds
Whose Music is the Clink of Gold: it plays
Like wandering Minstrel from some far Countree,
Who finds all strange where his dear Home should be!
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