The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-01-10
MUSIC.
BY MRS. MoIbIE MIToHELL.

~SgSers GOD once bade each radiant constellation
Asove our darkened earth to brightly shine
find Heaven gave to still life's vast commot1on
She gift of Music, with its charm divine.
Thrice halIowed art, thy glorious reign began
amid che splendor of the worlds young day,
aad long as Joy shall glad the heart OF man
WIT thou retain thy all-inspiring sway.
asri4neyai first learned thy harmony
fGeni lecture saitl1> amid the desert lone;
WHARF Nature, to thy measured symphony,
AEsuned with sweetness each repeated tone.
ABOUT him swept the nusic-freighted gales,
And warbled in their JOY the feathery throng,
N91ise high above the yet untrodden wales,
hHoated like waves the melody Of song.
.gsGcB sylvan voice In unison combined
To thrill his heart with rapturous emotion,
4sen mbrous pines the minstrel chorus joined,
AHd beautifed the hymn of inspiration.
Wlsen Israel's Shepherd King his flock attended,
Upon the sacred plains of Bethlehem,
Ihau, Music, too, vert there, thy pathos blended
With thoughts divine to form the grateful psalm
Ehey tel us in the classic lore of Greece
Afsbled story which BELTS thee well,
AEOw arpheus' golden harp subdued to peace
Che desert lion by Its magic spell.
Gas strains the fiery demon could inspire,
While hostile tribes surrendered to their charm;
3A2S3Iger'S rage grew mute before the Tyre,
And deadly reptiles lost the power to harm.
qSme hath moi robbed thee Of thy witching power
Enchanting still to dwellers in the wild,
As when rural Pan mid some Arcadian bower
With aute and song the shepherd ear beguiled.
As spirits pure are often led astray,
Perverted from the work their God assigns,
$50 @rG thou turned from thy appointed way,
E9furnish pleasure for the baser minds.
TgzE tender strains have mingled with the cry
That rose discordant from scene of woe,
AS when Nero walked the sounds of melody
&nd gazed on struggling Rome in flames below.
so many yearning heart thy minstrelsy
Brings sweetest memories of the long ago: 34
Nation found in thy notes O. sympathy
End respite from the pangs Of sightleas woe.
gEag oft the wanderer In foreign CLINE
GFeets with delight some well-remeInbered strain
NA2t reoollect1ons of happier time
Wake at the cadence of an old refrain
aEea&Iling days when Fancy could beguile
His willing ear to heed It's every tone,
AUd teach him with bright delusive smile
Tllat other lands were fairer than his own.
Gsa &uneful art of origin divine,
Iae soothing balm Of earth's dark pilgrimage,
WHAT gifted ones have knelt before thy shrine
And deemed thy worth princely heritage!
AS DER his head the nurky war clouds lower?
Boyerberatlons Of the drum and fife,
That rise above the battles deafening roar.
Tiae dying saint oft half foreets his pain,
and ewels the hymn of praise in feeblest tome
%ale faint notes pause, to be renewed again,
With angel voices round the eternal throne.
ElRtrancing Music, thine's holy mission,
When offering solace in the hour of trial.
Or rendering more sublime the hearts devotion
By anthems pealing through some minister aisle
%Yly notes resounded when our lord was born,
And woke the shepherd from his meditation,
TWho, gazing east upon that glorious morn,
In wonder sew the herald of salvation.
While Time, with feeting wing, shall circle round
win hearts expand to notes OF joyous mirth2
Gods trumpet shall at last with lofty sound
Proclaim majestically the DOOM of earth.