Never did music sink into my soul <br />So ‘silver sweet,’ as when thy first weak wail <br />On my 'rapt ear in doubtful murmurs stole, <br />Thou child of love and promise!—What a tale <br />Of hopes and fears, of gladness and of gloom, <br />Hung on that slender filament of sound! <br />Life's guileless pleasures, and its griefs profound, <br />Seemed mingling in thy horoscope of doom. <br />Thy bark is launched, and lifted is thy sail <br />Upon the weltering billows of the world; <br />But oh! may winds far gentler than have hurled <br />My struggling vessel on, for thee prevail;— <br />Or, if thy voyage must be rough, may'st thou <br />Soon 'scape the storm and be—as blest as I am now!<br /><br />Alaric Alexander Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-first-born-2/
