Music

Sweet music steals along the yielding soul,
Like the brisk wind that sows autumnal seeds ;
And it hath tones like vernal rain that feeds
The light green vale, ordain'd ere long to roll
In golden waves oer many a wealthy rood ;
And tones it hath, that make a lonely hour
The silent dwelling of some lovely flower,
Sweet Hermitess of Forest solitude.
I loved sweet Music when I was a child,
For then my mother used to sing to me :
I loved it better when a youth so wild,
With thoughts of love it did so well agree ;
Fain would I love it to my latest day.
If it would teach me to believe and pray.