Scenes in London III - The Savoyard in Grosvenor Square

Richard Mitchley - Pop
Scenes in London III - The Savoyard in Grosvenor Square
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He stands within the silent square That square of taste, of gloom; A heavy weight is on the air Which hangs as o'er a tomb It is a tomb which wealth and rank Have built themselves around— The general sympathies have shrank Like flowers on high dry ground None heed the wandering boy who sings An orphan though so young; None think how far the singer brings The songs which he has sung None cheer him with a kindly look None with a kindly word; The singer's little pride must brook To be unpraised, unheard At home, their sweet bird he was styled And oft, when days were long His mother call'd her favourite child To sing her favourite song He wanders now through weary streets Till cheek and eye are dim; How little sympathy he meets For music or for him Sudden his dark brown cheek grows bright His dark eyes fill with glee Cover'd with blossoms snowy-white He sees an orange tree No more the toil-worn face is pale No faltering step is sad; He sees his distant native vale He sees it, and is glad He sees the squirrel climb the pine The doves fly through the dell The purple clusters of the vine; He hears the vesper bell His heart is full of hope and home Toil, travel, are no more; And he has happy hours to come Beside his father's door O charm of natural influence! But for thy lovely ties Never might the world-wearied sense Above the present rise Bless'd be thy magic everywhere O Nature, gentle mother; How kindlier is for us thy care Than ours is for each other
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- Letitia Elizabeth Landon