Sonnets written chiefly during a tour through Holland, Germany, Italy, Turkey, and Hungary. By Lady Emmeline Stuart Wortley |
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[Sweet Birds! sing joyously on every spray]
Sweet Birds! sing joyously on every spray;Teach, teach me your light spirits and clea dreams;
For all my Life flows on in troubled streams—
Darkened—disheartened—ever, day by day!
Sweet Birds! take charge of each dull thought, I pray;
Lend them your voice and wings!—so hints and gleams
Of joy, like sudden-bursting lightning's beams,
May break upon their black and blank array!
Sing to my Soul! tune all my thoughts, that long
Have jarred most inharmoniously within;
Teach me pure wisdom, in your punctual song
Heard flowing still, thro' all Earth's strife and din;
Teach me your Souls of Music! joyous throng!—
And from these worldly ways of trouble win.
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