Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1821-12-04

r,estn little artists whose merits have excited them
they are taken tr-m the newspapers published i'm New York
and Philadelphia, during their late performance in those
cites Those from tue New York papers were writteo by
urocer poet whose elusions have eservedy placed him
IA the front rank if not at the head OF it, American
more complimentary the Iutant Melodts every ac-
count from having been extortcd from individual that
respectable class OF society whose peculiar enet if they
DO not absolutely forbid the encouragement OF all the light
er AMI elegant Of world az least do
sanction any without The scrutiny aud
conviction Of their happy and individual influence upon the
passions and affections Of this I" wicked world"
An AMATEUR.
Afre',se to tie ehl ga Of Leis he IF their iea-
~, Ns'o Yon' ss one Ao eten rnesd 'ci'a delight ad
"foH'sA'te1t, theU musical i'eiJ9rnaace.
Minstrels Of uature-if there DO
\ being on the earth who
Hear. aud unmo. a, your melody,
would not be tiat man
There are long dreams ofhappincss,
And gentle featings ofihe heart,
And twilight ,iimpscs OF lar bliss,
In which he has no part.
There ere pure waters gushing M
from blessed springs, unknown TO him.
W " some drops in his
Nheyh never reach the brin,.
Who that has heard from summer trees
the sweet, Wild SON. al summer birds,
When morning the far or breeIr.
Whispers her bidding words
Or listrnti To the bird of niuht
iic mins,reiof the starlight hour
Companion VI the iirc-nys flight,
'opi dews and closing flowers
Eu; deemed that spirits of the air
lad eit their native homes Inv Heaven.
Md that the music warhled ,hurP,
! q earth awhile was given!
1or, viii that music came the il,onght.
!iat lilies Young purity theirs,
Aud love, nil arieSs and uniau.tht,
tr,atld ih their woodland air-.
md thus, wbene'er your baby fingers
Wake sounds at Heavens HARMONY
I'bw welcome IL the hougl that lneerS
bpon their blended miustrelsy.
II calls up visions oT;ast DAYS
When life was infancy and song
To us--lnd old rcmcE,bcr'd laSs
tnheard, UNDECIDED long,
Revive in breathing life within us,
ikc lost friends wakci'd from their sleep,
WITH all tlcir early power 10 win
Alike tn smile WeFp.
And thou,- Who ere :;,y lius en-, Icarn
la speech thy wishes 10 make known
Edit thoughts that breathe and words that burp,n
Spealsin Thy harp's Wild tone,
Were genius tas,'d TO prove the might
he magic pt her hidlen spell.
she wei might name you with delight,
u her own miracle
Whcne'er gaze upon thai face
biouningi in INNOCENCE and truth,
And mark lis dimplcd artlessurss,
It's beauty aud its yout,
we think of better worlds than this
og other bcngs, pure as thou, y
Who Breathe mid bowers Of paradise,
biusic-',s dime is now,
And know the only emblem meet
az all the throbhng heart adores.
TO be child like ihee, whose feet
Are strangers ON LIES shores.
Would that your songs and ye could ever
lie ihus-in after years Your art
MAY strike "a holder Tyre. but never
So deeply print the heart
TO THE INFANT MELoDIsTs.
Sweet little MinstreIs. ON whose hearts
The brightest sunbcams music threw
A strangers bosom here imparts-
rhe benson al love Ia YOU.
Eor yours is pow'r 10 charm the soul,
That ihriitd at muscs strain
and he that not such control,
VIII listen 10 her voice i'll vain
Sure none can here withhold her praise,
When infancy it, Offering brings!
sSare none unmoy d ran list the lays,
When innocence attunes tile strings
Dear little MelCdiSis to You,
May life have dis, oriant tonei
TSut harmony and peace pursue,
Each path, IN which your steps are thrown;
And may in you the AL Bouneous one,
bless the bright loon which he las given,
And when your strains on earth are done,
Give TO your hands the Harp al Heaven.
A PHILADELPHIA QUAKER.
poet here supposed 10 aPoroPhi-e the youngest ~,
lisdua[ but in strniaS applicable to the trhoie group.