SONG should breathe of scents and flowers; Song should bring back scenes and hours Song from baser thoughts should win us; Pains and pleasures, all man doeth, All things that the soul subdueth Should be vanquish'd too by Song. Song should spur the mind to duty, Every deed of truth and beauty BARRY CORNWALL. Lyrics of the XIXth Century. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 1770-1850. INVOCATION. TO THE POWER OF SOUND. Thy functions are ethereal, As if within thee dwelt a glancing mind, Strict passage, through which sighs are brought, And shrieks that revel in abuse Of shivering flesh; and warbled air, Into the ambush of despair; Hozannas pealing down the long-drawn aisle ; The headlong streams and fountains Serve thee! Invisible Spirit! with untired powers: How fearful to the desert wide! That bleat, how tender! of the dam Shout, cuckoo ! let the vernal soul Toll from thy loftiest perch, lone bell-bird! toll, Mercy from her twilight throne Listening to nun's faint throb of holy fear, Ye Voices! and ye Shadows And Images of Voice, to hound and horn From rocky steep and rock-bestudded meadows And milder Echoes from their cells Then, or far earlier, let us rove Where mists are breaking up or gone, A liquid concert matchless by nice art, Bless'd be the song that brightens The blind man's gloom, exalts the veteran's mirth! Unscorn'd the peasant's whistling breath that lightens His duteous toil of furrowing the green earth! For the tired slave Song lifts the languid oar, And bids it aptly fall, with chime |