Music's Power

Caroline Elizabeth Sheridan

1808 to 1877

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It leaves a world of feeling there
As, rushing o’er your soul,
Those chords, as oft as you bemoan
And seek to while, with dance and song,
Yes, yes, — a sound hath power to bid them come —
Some chords which o’er your heart
First fling a moment’s magic round,
Have you never heard, in music’s sound,
Youth’s half-forgotten hopes, childhood’s remembered home.
Youth’s half-forgotten hopes, childhood’s remembered home.
You are, or would be gay —
Of some sweet voice that’s fled!
And when, amid the festal throng,
Yes, yes, — a sound hath power to bid them come —
Roused by that simple lay,
But with the echo on the air,
Awake, and spurn control!
You gaze around and weep,
Or call to those who cannot come
Youth’s half-forgotten hopes, childhood’s remembered home.
Your sadder thoughts away;
They strike those chords and smiles depart,
Nor wake from dreamless sleep;
When sitting in your silent home
Bring dimly back the fancied tone
Then silently depart?
The distant and the dead,
The untold feelings of the heart
Yes, yes, — a sound hath power to bid them come —
We cannot chase away.

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