IL!
SS of persuasive art! The magic of whose tuneful tongue Lulls to soft harmony the wand'ring heart With fascinating song; O, let me hear thy heav'n-taught strain, As thro' my quiv'ring pulses steal The mingling throbs of joy and pain, Which only sensate minds can feel; Ah ! let me taste the bliss supreme, Which thy warm touch unerring flings O'er the rapt sense's finest strings, When
US, darting frown the sky, Glances across my wond'ring eye, Her animating beam.
ET
CE! thy mild controul, Awakes to
ON's dawn, the
OT soul; When mists absorb the
AL sight, 'Tis thine, to dart
VE
HT; 'Tis thine, to chase the filmy clouds away,
And o'er the mind's deep bloom, spread a refulgent ray. Nor is thy wond'rous art confin'd, Within the bounds of
AL space, For thou canst boast exterior grace, Bright emblem of the fertile mind;
Yes;
I have seen thee, with persuasion meek,
Bathe in the lucid tear, on Beauty's cheek,
Have mark'd thee in the downcast eye,
When suff'ring Virtue claim'd the pitying sigh. Oft, by thy thrilling voice subdued, The meagre fiend
DE Her treach'rous fang conceals; Pale
VY hides her forked sting; And
NY, beneath the wing Of dark oblivion steals. Before thy pure and lambent fire Shall frozen Apathy expire; Thy influence warm and unconfin'd, Shall rapt'rous transports give, And in the base and torpid mind, Shall bid the fine Affections live; When
SY's malignant dart, Strikes at the fondly throbbing heart; When fancied woes, on every side assail, Thy honey'd accents shall prevail; When burning Passion withers up the brain, And the fix'd lids, the glowing drops sustain, Touch'd by thy voice, the melting eye Shall pour the balm of yielding
HY. 'Tis thine, with lenient Song to move The dumb despair of hopeless
VE; Or when the animated soul On Fancy's wing shall soar, And scorning Reason's soft controul, Untrodden paths explore; 'Till by distracting conflicts tost, The intellectual source is lost: E'en then, the witching music of thy tongue Stealing thro' Mis'ry's
ST
OM, Weaves the fine threads of
CY's loom, 'Till every slacken'd nerve new strung, Bids renovated
RE shine,
Amidst the fost'ring beams of
CE
NE.
