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THE NEW LYRE. To a Friend.

I

I strung my Lyre, when Love appear'd,
Demanding a light-wanton Lay:
Christ! I began—the Trifler heard,
And shook his Wings, and pass'd away.

II

The Strings rebellious to my Hand
Refuse to charm: in vain I sue,
The Strings are mute to my Demand—
I broke the old, and form'd a new.

III

Christ! I began: the sacred Lyre
Responsive swell'd with Notes divine,
And warm'd Me with Seraphic-fire:
Sweet Jesus, I am only Thine!

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IV

O wake to Life this springing Grace,
And water with thy heavenly Dew:
Display the Glories of thy Face,
My Spirit and my Heart renew!

V

Direct my Soul, direct my Hand:—
O blessed Change! Thy Pow'r I feel:
My Numbers flow at thy Command,
My Strings with holy Raptures swell.

VI

And, You, whose pious Pains unfold
Those Truths, receive this Tribute due;
You once endur'd my Muse of Old,
Nor scorn the Firstfruits of the New.
 

He lent me a MS. Discourse on these Words “Old Things are passed away and lo! all Things are become New.