The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before!
Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
By many a temple half as old as Time.
Gentle to others, to himself severe.
Vast and deep the mountain shadows grew.
The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.