flora’s album. 21 
Bundles of Eeeds. 
MUSIC. 
Music! Oh how faint, how weak, 
Language fades before thy spell! 
Why should Feeling ever speak. 
When thou canst breathe her soul so well ? 
Friendship’s balmy words may feign. 
Love’s are e’en more false than they ; 
Oh! ’t is only Music’s strain 
Can sweetly soothe, and not betray. 
Thomas Moore. 
The man that hath no music in himself. 
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, 
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; 
The motions of his spirit are dull as night, 
And his affections dark as Erebus; 
Let no such man be trusted. 
Shaksbeare. 
Bring Music! stir the brooding air 
With an ethereal breath ! 
Bring sounds, my struggling soul to bear 
Up from the couch of death! 
Mrs. Hemans. 
