The soul of music slumbers in the shell
Till waked and kindled by the master’s spell;
And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!

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A guardian angel o’er his life presiding,
Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.

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Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,–not dead, but gone before,
He gathers round him.

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Mine be a cot beside the hill;
A beehive’s hum shall soothe my ear;
A willowy brook that turns a mill,
With many a fall, shall linger near.