JIISCELLAXEOUS. gl 



I can alone be liappj ; where with thee 

 I may enjoj^ the loveliness of nature, 

 And loose the wings of Fancy ? Thus alone 

 Can I partake of happiness on earth ; 

 And to be happy here is man's chief end, 

 For to be happy he must needs be good. 



MUSIC. 



(Written between the Ages of Fourteen and Fifteen, ivith a few 



subsequent verbal alterations.) 



Music, all-powerful o'er the human mind, 



Can still each mental storm, each tumult calm, 



Soothe anxious care on sleepless couch reclined, 

 And e'en fierce anger's furious rage disarm. 



At her command the various passions lie ; 



She stirs to battle, or she lulls to peace, 

 Melts the charm'd soul to thrilling ecstasy, 



And bids the jarring world's harsh clangour cease 



Iler martial sounds can fainting troops inspire 

 With strength unwonted, and enthusiasm raise, 



Infuse new ardour, and with youthful fire 



Urge on the warrior grey with length of days. 



Far better she when with her soothing lyre 



She charms the falchion from the savage grasp, 



And melting into pity vengeful ire, 



Looses the bloody breastplate's iron clasp. 



With her in pensive mood I long to roam, 



At midnighfs hour, or evening's calm decline, 



And thoughtful o'er the falling streamlet's foam, 

 In calm seclusion's hermit walks recline. 



