Thomas Moore - On Music

Lyrics
When through life unblest we rove Losing all that made life dear Should some notes we used to love In days of boyhood, meet our ear Oh! how welcome breathes the strain! Wakening thoughts that long have slept Kindling former smiles again In faded eyes that long have wept Like the gale, that sighs along Beds of oriental flowers Is the grateful breath of song That once was heard in happier hours Fill'd with balm the galе sighs on Though the flowers have sunk in dеath; So, when pleasure's dream is gone Its memory lives in Music's breath Music, oh, how faint, how weak Language fades before thy spell! Why should Feeling ever speak When thou canst breathe her soul so well? Friendship's balmy words may feign Love's are even more false than they; Oh! 'tis only music's strain Can sweetly soothe, and not betray
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- Thomas Moore