Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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THE POETSHARP.
Oh change the Harpstrings, change them once again,For those of old, those of my Heart are now
Nighbroken, and the Music which would flow
From them, would be so steeped in utter Pain,
That if ye've Hearts, ye could not bear the Strain.
Oh that mine Heart might never speak of Woe,
But, like the Seashell, echoing only to
The Might and Gladness of the changeless Main,
Tell of the Blessedness, and Peace alone
And changeless Durableness of Whence it came,
Nor take from Man's so troubled Life one Tone!
Like to this lovely World, which to his Name
Who made it, is a Hymn of Joy; the same
That at Creation's Dawn rose to his Throne!
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