Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Sonnet to the Muse of Pity

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2665046Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne — Sonnet to the Muse of PityFelicia Hemans

SONNET TO THE MUSE OF PITY.


Oh! mistress of the melancholy song,
    I love to bend before thy sacred shrine;
To thee my fondest early vows belong,
    For pity's melting tenderness is thine.
Thine is the harp of wild expressive tone,
    ‘Tis thine to touch it with entrancing art;
    Till all thy numbers vibrate on the heart,
And sympathy delights thy powers to own.
Oh! sweetest muse of pity and of love,
    In artless song thy plaintive lyre I hail;
    Be mine to weep with thee o'er sorrow's tale,
And oft thy pleasing visions may I prove.
    "Thou mistress of the melancholy song,
    "To thee my fondest early vows belong."