The earliest thing of Composition that I recollect taking pleasure in was, The vision of Mirza and a hymn of Addison's beginning, "How are thy servants blest, O Lord!" I particularly remember one half-stanza which was music to my boyish ears,—
For though in dreadful whirls we hung,
High on the broken wave;
I met with these pieces in Masson's English Collection, one of my school-books.