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In learning pass the studious hours,
Appears the voice of him I love!
To hear the voice of him I love.
That fade before ye reach the heart,
For, oh! how sweet in tones of praise
But love to sing at evening's hour
Where hours untold and peaceful move;
Give me my home, to quiet dear,
I hate e'en music's pleasing power
From busy crowds o'erjoyed I fly
Hence far from me, ye senseless joys
With him in lonely shades to rove,
Though I these pure delights approve,
When in retirement's scenes I hear
I love to breathe the plaintive lays
The praises I from others hear
Too sooth the sorrows of a friend.
I woo the drama's magic powers,
Yet still I feel a joy more dear,
Seek music's ever-crowded shrine,
For e'en in gayest scenes I sigh
When giddy crowds my tones attend,
So fate ordain I sometimes there
That Henry's heart and taste approve,
The crowded dome's distracted noise,
Where all is pomp and useless art!
The soothing voice of him I love.
Or try the muse's wreath to twine;
For his applauses touch my heart.
May hear the voice of him I love.
Some joy may to my pride impart,
But Henry's wake the rapturous tear,
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Hence far from me, ye senseless joys That fade before ye reach the heart, The crowded dome's distracted noise, Where all is pomp and useless art!
Give me my home, to quiet dear, Where hours untold and peaceful move; So fate ordain I sometimes there May hear the voice of him I love.
I hate e'en music's pleasing power When giddy crowds my tones attend, But love to sing at evening's hour Too sooth the sorrows of a friend.
I love to breathe the plaintive lays That Henry's heart and taste approve, For, oh! how sweet in tones of praise Appears the voice of him I love!
The praises I from others hear Some joy may to my pride impart, But Henry's wake the rapturous tear, For his applauses touch my heart.
From busy crowds o'erjoyed I fly With him in lonely shades to rove, For e'en in gayest scenes I sigh To hear the voice of him I love.
I woo the drama's magic powers, Seek music's ever-crowded shrine, In learning pass the studious hours, Or try the muse's wreath to twine;
Yet still I feel a joy more dear, Though I these pure delights approve, When in retirement's scenes I hear The soothing voice of him I love.