 | The triumph of music |  |
Daily his written courtesies enquire,
If his dear guests have all their hearts desire:
Oft thro' his lattice he unseen beheld
The happy pair, and oft his bosom swell'd
With secret yearnings yet again to share
Friendly discourse, sweet antidote of care!
His vow restrains him—he reveres its force:
With these lov'd inmates he abjures discourse,
Till his hurt mind has full atonement made
To his lost darling's ne'er-forgotten shade.
But as devotion rul'd his virtuous mind,
With influence inflexible, yet kind,
Her power suggested, what he gladly seiz'd,
Permitted modes of being fondly pleas'd;
And hours, in which unseen he might rejoice
In sacred carols from Venusia's voice.
If his dear guests have all their hearts desire:
Oft thro' his lattice he unseen beheld
The happy pair, and oft his bosom swell'd
With secret yearnings yet again to share
Friendly discourse, sweet antidote of care!
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With these lov'd inmates he abjures discourse,
Till his hurt mind has full atonement made
To his lost darling's ne'er-forgotten shade.
But as devotion rul'd his virtuous mind,
With influence inflexible, yet kind,
Her power suggested, what he gladly seiz'd,
Permitted modes of being fondly pleas'd;
And hours, in which unseen he might rejoice
In sacred carols from Venusia's voice.
| The triumph of music | |