O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain, <br />If that thy note's sweet magic e'er can heal <br />Griefs which the patient spirit oft may feel, <br />Oh! let me listen to thy songs again; <br />Till memory her fairest tints shall bring; <br />Hope wake with brighter eye, and listening seem <br />With smiles to think on some delightful dream, <br />That waved o'er the charmed sense its gladsome wing! <br />For when thou leadest all thy soothing strains <br />More smooth along, the silent passions meet <br />In one suspended transport, sad and sweet; <br />And nought but sorrow's softest touch remains; <br />That, when the transitory charm is o'er, <br />Just wakes a tear, and then is felt no more.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-190/
