Stay, Bard of Nature! yet a while suspend Thy pealing harmony — that so the soul May strive her strong emotions to controul, And calmly on the varying song attend. For now, as o'er thy thrilling lyre I bend, And drink deep thoughts from thy enchanted bowl, So high the mingled tides of passion roll That pain and pleasure in strange union blend. Oh! bid the melting strain of music flow, That mortal ear may catch the sounds divine, And mortal heart contain the transport high, May share the bliss, participate thy woe! To thy dominion every pulse resign, And bless thy song of rapturous extasy.
