LINESADDRESSED TO THE MEDICAL ASSOCIATION OF TEXAS.
Read at the banquet at Tremont Hotel, Galveston, onThursday evening, April 5, 1877.
My harp trembles under my fingers to-night, As vainly I sweep o'er each quivering string:The spirit of music has taken its flight, And worthless indeed is the tribute I bring.
Though hushed into silence too deep to awake, The notes that I fain would arouse for my song,My slumbering muse, in its dreaming may break The fetters that seem so relentless and strong.
My woman's heart offers this tremulous strain, Of praise to the holiest power on earth—The power of healing, and conquering pain, And banishing death from the home and the hearth.
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