A FAREWELL TO OLE BULL.
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A FAREWELL TO OLE BULL.
There was a fountain in my heart
Whose deeps had not been stirred;
A thirst for music in my soul
My ear had never heard;—
Whose deeps had not been stirred;
A thirst for music in my soul
My ear had never heard;—
A feeling of the incomplete
To all bright things allied;
A sense of something beautiful,
Unfilled, unsatisfied.
To all bright things allied;
A sense of something beautiful,
Unfilled, unsatisfied.
But, waked beneath thy master-hand,
Those trembling chords have given
A foretaste of that deep, full life
That I shall know in Heaven.
Those trembling chords have given
A foretaste of that deep, full life
That I shall know in Heaven.
In that resistless spell, for once,
The vulture of Unrest,
That whets its beak upon my heart,
Lies, charmed, within my breast.
The vulture of Unrest,
That whets its beak upon my heart,
Lies, charmed, within my breast.
