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IRISH MELODIES. |
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And cried, " Oh Love! is this thy doom ?
" Oh light of youth's resplendent day! " Must ye then lose your golden bloom,
" And thus, like sunshine, die away ?" |
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SING—SING—MUSIC WAS GIVEN.
Sing — sing—Music was given
To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in heaven,
By harmony's laws alone are kept moving. Beauty may boast of her eyes and her cheeks,
But Love from the lips his true archery wings; And she who but feathers the dart when she speaks At once sends it home to the heart when she sings. Then sing—sing—Music was given
To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; Souls here, like planets in heaven, By harmony's laws alone are kept moving.
"When Love, rock'd by his mother,
Lay sleeping, as calm as slumber could make, him, "Hush, hush," said Venus, "no other
" Sweet voice but his own is worthy to wake him.'' Dreaming of music he slumber'd the while,
Till faint from his lip a soft melody broke, And Venus, enchanted, look'd on with a smile,
While Love to his own sweet singing awoke. |
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