To the Rev. W. J. Hort While Teaching a Young Lady Some Song-Tunes on his Flute

1. 1Hush! ye clamorous Cares! be mute!
2. 2Again, dear Harmonist! again
3. 3Thro' the hollow of thy flute
4. 4Breathe that passion-warbled strain:
5. 5Till Memory each form shall bring
6. 6The loveliest of her shadowy throng;
7. 7And Hope, that soars on sky-lark wing,
8. 8Carol wild her gladdest song!

1. 9O skill'd with magic spell to roll
2. 10The thrilling tones, that concentrate the soul!
3. 11Breathe thro' thy flute those tender notes again,
4. 12While near thee sits the chaste-eyed Maiden mild;
5. 13And bid her raise the Poet's kindred strain
6. 14In soft impassion'd voice, correctly wild.

1. 15In Freedom's UNDIVIDED dell,
2. 16Where Toil and Health with mellow'd Love shall dwell,
3. 17Far from folly, far from men,
4. 18In the rude romantic glen,
5. 19Up the cliff, and thro' the glade,
6. 20Wandering with the dear-lov'd maid,
7. 21I shall listen to the lay,
8. 22And ponder on thee far away
9. 23Still, as she bids those thrilling notes aspire
10. 24('Making my fond attuned heart her lyre'),
11. 25Thy honour'd form, my Friend! shall reappear,
12. 26And I will thank thee with a raptur'd tear.