It told the triumphs of our King, It wafted glory to our God; The cedars bow, the mountains nod; Its sound aspired to heaven, and there abode! Since then, though heard on earth no more, Devotion, and her daughter Love, Still bid the bursting spirit soar To sounds that seem as from above, In dreams that day's broad light cannot remove. Lord Byron. HASSAN'S MUSIC Land of Delight! you did not hold us long: Three moons we spent with Hassan, but those three, Like flies in amber, lie in memory Three languid moons, three moons of dream and song. When Hassan played, the musky winds of night Trembled, and turned to music with delight! Lo! it was melody's insanity: |