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On The Author Of The Ballad Called The Children In The Wood.
Encircling now the Poet ' s tomb , Thrice on his name they call ; And thrice into the hallow'd gloom Sweet show ' rs of violets fall . Compassion ' s Priest ! oh 1 feeling Bard , Who melt'st the heart away ,
-Enduring praise , shall still reward Thy short and simple lay . Those shall thy praise be found amongj - Whom Nature ' s touch has grae'd ; The warm of heart applaud thy song , And all the pure of taste :
The Child shall leave his jocund dance > Suppress his'frolic mood , And bend to hear , iu silent trance , The Story of the Wood .
A Piece From A Serious Musical Composition.
A PIECE FROM A SERIOUS MUSICAL COMPOSITION .
KECITATIVE . TO souls just perishing on the stormy deep Not land more welcome ; nor to travellers ears , Fainting with thirst , midst Lybia ' s burning sands , The sound of gushing rill , at distance heard , More joy inspires , than to the burden'd mind The voice of pardon , when high Heav ' n reprieves The forfeit life , and sin ' s great debt forgives .
AIR . How beautiful the feet that go O'er mountains , like the fleetest roe ! To Sion ' s gates with haste repair , And loudly this best news declare . — ' Herald of love and peace , I bring This message from your God and King :
Thy sins are parnon'd , raise thy head , Let sacred joys thy heart o ' erspread ; Awake , cry out , Salvation ' s near , No longer death , or vengeance fear . Thy crimes , as crimson colour'd deep , In mercy ' s breast for ever sleep ; Wash'd in one blood , now whiter grow , Than purest flakes of purest snow : See , the blest fount from his piere'd side ; Fur yon , for ail , he bled , he d y'd I
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
On The Author Of The Ballad Called The Children In The Wood.
Encircling now the Poet ' s tomb , Thrice on his name they call ; And thrice into the hallow'd gloom Sweet show ' rs of violets fall . Compassion ' s Priest ! oh 1 feeling Bard , Who melt'st the heart away ,
-Enduring praise , shall still reward Thy short and simple lay . Those shall thy praise be found amongj - Whom Nature ' s touch has grae'd ; The warm of heart applaud thy song , And all the pure of taste :
The Child shall leave his jocund dance > Suppress his'frolic mood , And bend to hear , iu silent trance , The Story of the Wood .
A Piece From A Serious Musical Composition.
A PIECE FROM A SERIOUS MUSICAL COMPOSITION .
KECITATIVE . TO souls just perishing on the stormy deep Not land more welcome ; nor to travellers ears , Fainting with thirst , midst Lybia ' s burning sands , The sound of gushing rill , at distance heard , More joy inspires , than to the burden'd mind The voice of pardon , when high Heav ' n reprieves The forfeit life , and sin ' s great debt forgives .
AIR . How beautiful the feet that go O'er mountains , like the fleetest roe ! To Sion ' s gates with haste repair , And loudly this best news declare . — ' Herald of love and peace , I bring This message from your God and King :
Thy sins are parnon'd , raise thy head , Let sacred joys thy heart o ' erspread ; Awake , cry out , Salvation ' s near , No longer death , or vengeance fear . Thy crimes , as crimson colour'd deep , In mercy ' s breast for ever sleep ; Wash'd in one blood , now whiter grow , Than purest flakes of purest snow : See , the blest fount from his piere'd side ; Fur yon , for ail , he bled , he d y'd I