Valentine Verses or, Lines of Truth, Love, and Virtue. By the Reverend Richard Cobbold |
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THE INFANT LYRA. |
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THE INFANT LYRA.
Thou lovely Infant! ne'er in life have IThine equal seen; thy soul is harmony!
How sweet thy smile, thy glist'ning eye so sharp,
As, peeping through the spaces of the harp,
Thou lookst around to catch the welcome meed
Of praise and interest. Thou art indeed
A wonder, not a great one, since so small,
Yet wonderful in Music above all.
My Spirit rose, to see thy little hand
Sweep o'er the chords; in spirit-like command,
Call forth the tones of innocent delight;
O! I shall dream of thee this very night!
I think I see thee with thy look so wild,
So sweet, so simple, nature's favored child;
Once strike the lyre, and childhood seems to fly;
Thy soul inspires thee; and in vain I try,
To think thee as thou art. Can music move
The soul of man to harmony and love?
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O'er nature's feeling, nature's mighty sway.
Perhaps o'er Thee such influence was gain'd;
O'er me such interest was once obtain'd,
I wrote these verses, at the moment's spur,
And now, present them to thy notice, Sir;
So well assur'd that Innocence must be,
At any time, sweet offering to thee.
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