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Poems (Toke)/Lines (Oh! when some lone familiar strain)

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4623847Poems — LinesEmma Toke
LINES.
OH! when some lone familiar strainPours o'er the car its melting tone,How swiftly memory flies againTo scenes and hours for ever flown.
Yes! like the voice of one beloved,It thrills upon the inmost heart,Till slumbering thoughts long, long unmoved.Again to life and being start.
And as each lingering cadence diesIn sweetness on the spell-bound car,Oh! swift the cherished forms arise,Of all to whom its tones were dear.
The loved—more loved than tongue can tell.—The far away,—the cherished dead,—Each scene where Fancy loves to dwell,And feed on hours for ever tied;
All all return to bless our sight,Though joy perchance be tinged with pain,And o'er life's billows, calm and bright,The torch of Memory beams again,
'Tis passing sweet, when Music swellsWith power and magic all her own,To feel some loved remembrance dwellsEnshrined in every breathing tone;
And think our image too may restEmbalmed in such sweet numbers' flow,And rise o'er some still faithful breast,Undimmed by absence, joy, or woe.
Perchance the wish may seem but vain,Yet still to me the thought is dear,From fond affection thus to claimThe meed of gentle Memory's tear.
Then oh! not yet ye numbers cease:Breathe, breathe again that mournful air:'Mid Nature's tears the how of PeaceIn mellowed light is beaming there!
E.


May 8, 1533.