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WHEN THRO' LIFE UNBLEST WE ROVE
(THE BANKS OF BANNA.)
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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.
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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.
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