Thomas Moore ( )


From Irish Melodies. 108. Sing Sing Music Was Given


          SING  sing  Music was given
                To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving;
          Souls here, like planets in heaven,
                By harmonys laws alone are kept moving.
          Beauty may boast of her eyes and her cheeks,
                But Love from the lips his true archery wings;
          And she, who but feathers the dart when she speaks,
                At once sends it home to the heart when she sings.
                    Then sing  sing  Music was given,
                          To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving;
                    Souls here, like planets in heaven,
                          By harmonys laws alone are kept moving.

          When Love, rockd by his mother,
                Lay sleeping as calm as slumber could make him,
          "Hush, hush," said Venus, "no other
                Sweet voice but his own is worthy to wake him."
          Dreaming of music he slumberd the while,
                Till faint from his lip a soft melody broke,
          And Venus, enchanted, lookd on with a smile,
                While Love to his own sweet singing awoke.
                    Then sing  sing  Music was given,
                          To brighten the gay, and kindle the loving;
                    Souls here, like planets in heaven,
                          By harmonys laws alone are kept moving.



Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 72
  2. From Irish Melodies. 114. Ive a Secret to Tell Thee
  3. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 51
  4. From Irish Melodies. 70. Tis Gone, and for Ever
  5. From Irish Melodies. 102. And Doth Not a Meeting Like This


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