THE ,VIATORIAN.VoL. XVII.
No.4 路
JANUARY, 1900.
AN INSTRUMENT. I
Ofti mes a merry laughing lass Hath played upbn my heart, ~nd fingered it s0 sweetly that I wished we ne'er would part, But then she'd vanish like a toy This rippling one路 who 's name is Joy. Another oft would take her place But chill the instrument, So cold and trembling was her touch As o'er it she hath bent, To give, indeed , but little cheer This trembling one who 's name is Fear. Full oft hath Anger passed this way And smote it with her arm , And Sorrow followed with cold hands Which gave a little balm , And brought forth sad tho ' sweeter strain Than when t'was swept by Passions flame . But now it gives a melody Which sounds all night and day, For lo! a great musician came Who doth divinely pl:ily, I'm sure she's sent from heaven above This gentle one whose name is Love.
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