Thomas Moore ( )

From Irish Melodies. 64. No, Not More Welcome

          NO, not more welcome the fairy numbers
                Of music fall on the sleepers ear,
          When half awaking from fearful slumbers,
                He thinks the full quire of heaven is near 
          Than came that voice, when, all forsaken,
                This heart long had sleeping lain,
          Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken
                To such benign blessed sounds again.

          Sweet voice of comfort! twas like the stealing
                Of summer wind through some wreathed shell 
          Each secret winding, each inmost feeling
                Of all my soul echoed to its spell.
          Twas whisperd balm  twas sunshine spoken! 
                Id live years of grief and pain
          To have my long sleep of sorrow broken
                By such benign blessed sounds again.

Thomas Moore's other poems:
  1. From Irish Melodies. 61. Id Mourn the Hopes
  2. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 3
  3. From Irish Melodies. 10. Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore
  4. From Irish Melodies. 92. ODonohues Mistress
  5. From The Odes of Anacreon. Ode 68

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