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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• Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please. Human Life (1819)