Again my lyre, yet once again!
With tears I wake thy thrilling strain
O sounds to sacred sorrow dear
I weep, but could for ever hear!
Ah! cease! nor more past scenes recall
Ye plaintive notes! thou dying fall!
For lost, beneath thy lov'd control
Sweet Lyre! is my dissolving soul
Around me airy forms appear
And Seraph songs are in mine ear!
Ye Spirits blest, oh bear away
To happier realms my humble lay!
For still my Love may deign to hear
Those human notes that once were dear!
And still one angel sigh bestow
On her who weeps, who mourns below
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