When through life unblessed we rove
losing all that made life dear
Should some notes we used to love
in days of boyhood, meet our ear
Oh! how welcome breathes the strain,
wakening thoughts that long have slept.
Kindling former smiles again
in faded eyes that long have wept.

Music, oh how faint, how weak,
language fades before thy spell, 
why should Feeling ever speak,
when thou canst breathe her soul so well?
Friendship's balmy words may feign,
Love's are even more false than they..
Oh! Tis only music's strain
Can sweetly smoothe, and not betray.