 | The triumph of music |  |
The lovely pair now entering the shrine,
“Can you forgive such cruelty as mine?”
Donado faintly said, in accents meet,
Now falling prostrate at Lucilio's feet.
To raise him from depression's dark controul,
The brave Lucilio answer'd, “from my soul;”
Then leading the rais'd elder to a seat
Near to the music of this rich retreat,
He added tenderly, “this organ best
May tell you, what I feel, on your request.”
His prelude first enchants the little quire
With notes of solemn, yet of joyous, fire;
Then from soft tones that expectation nurst,
His brilliant voice beneficently burst.
“Can you forgive such cruelty as mine?”
Donado faintly said, in accents meet,
Now falling prostrate at Lucilio's feet.
To raise him from depression's dark controul,
The brave Lucilio answer'd, “from my soul;”
Then leading the rais'd elder to a seat
Near to the music of this rich retreat,
He added tenderly, “this organ best
May tell you, what I feel, on your request.”
His prelude first enchants the little quire
With notes of solemn, yet of joyous, fire;
Then from soft tones that expectation nurst,
His brilliant voice beneficently burst.
| The triumph of music | |