The National Song Book - Online Music Book

250 Folk-songs, Carols, And Rounds with sheet music and lyrics

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	WHEN THRO' LIFE UNBLEST WE ROVE (THE BANKS OF BANNA.)
	2. Like the gale, that sighs along Beds of oriental flowers, Is the grateful breath of song That once was heard in happier hours ; Fill'd with balm the gale sighs on, Tho' the flowers have sunk in death ; So, when pleasure's dream is gone, Its mem'ry lives in Music's breath.	3- Music, oh how faint, how weak, Language fades before thy spell! Why should Feeling ever speak, When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? Friendship's balmy words may feign, Love's are e'en more false than they; Oh ! 'tis only Music's strain Can sweetly boothe and not betray.
	H. 4868.