Poems (Campbell)/To an Old Musical Instrument

by Dorothea Primrose Campbell

TO AN OLD MUSICAL INSTRUMENT.

While some, of their fictitious lyres,A mournful farewell take,Deep tones of sorrow from thy wires,My trembling fingers wake:What though thy tones were wild and rude,Yet oft they pleas'd mine ear,They charm'd my hours of solitude,And sweeten'd ev'ry tear!Partner of many a lonely hour,And soother of its pain,Farewelll!———thy soft consoling pow'rShall never charm again!Then fare-thee-well!—for we must part,—A lighter hand, a gayer heartMay wake thy notes with better skill;—With more of music's melting art,A sadder never will!

FINIS.