No, Not More Welcome.
By Thomas Moore
No, not more welcome the fairy numbers Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, When half-awaking from fearful slumbers, He thinks the full choir of heaven is near,-- Than came that voice, when, all forsaken. This heart long had sleeping lain, Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken To such benign, blessed sounds again. Sweet voice of comfort! 'twas like the stealing Of summer wind thro' some wreathed shell-- Each secret winding, each inmost feeling Of my soul echoed to its spell. 'Twas whispered balm--'twas sunshine spoken!-- I'd live years of grief and pain To have my long sleep of sorrow broken By such benign, blessed sounds again.
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