 | The triumph of music |  |
Mild youth, and tenderness! for whom I write,
Your praise my wish, my purpose your delight!
Ye will not murmur if my story pause,
While, justly zealous in devotion's cause,
I from the volume of Venusia steal
Some pages, which may wake your early zeal:
Blest, if her tender piety imparts
Its own pure spirit to congenial hearts!
Your praise my wish, my purpose your delight!
Ye will not murmur if my story pause,
While, justly zealous in devotion's cause,
I from the volume of Venusia steal
Some pages, which may wake your early zeal:
Blest, if her tender piety imparts
Its own pure spirit to congenial hearts!
| The triumph of music | |