Sing -- sing -- Music was given <br />To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; <br />Souls here, like planets in heaven, <br />By harmony's laws alone are kept moving. <br />Beauty may boast of her eyes and her cheeks, <br />But Love from the lips his true archery wings; <br />And she, who but feathers the dart when she speaks, <br />At once sends it home to the heart when she sings. <br />Then sing -- sing -- Music was given, <br />To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; <br />Souls here, like planets in heaven, <br />By harmony's laws alone are kept moving. <br /> <br />When Love, rock'd by his mother, <br />Lay sleeping as calm as slumber could make him, <br />"Hush, hush," said Venus, "no other <br />Sweet voice but his own is worthy to wake him." <br />Dreaming of music he slumber'd the while, <br />Till faint from his lip a soft melody broke, <br />And Venus, enchanted, look'd on with a smile, <br />While Love to his own sweet singing awoke. <br />Then sing -- sing -- Music was given, <br />To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving; <br />Souls here, like planets in heaven, <br />By harmony's laws alone are kept moving.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sing-sing-music-was-given/
