SACRED HARMONY. THE HARP OF DAVID. BARTON. OH! for the harp that David swept, While holier visions hover'd round: Then e'en on earth might song outpour Christian, wouldst thou such harp possess, For never harp or lyre reveal'd Such music as the heart can yield. Not in its unregenerate state Canst thou expect those strains to hear; In discord on a heaven-touch'd ear; Oh then with melody it seems To vibrate from each trembling string; ALL NATURE PROCLAIMS A DEITY. R. MONTGOMERY. THERE is a voiceless eloquence on earth, But who could trace Thine unrestricted course, Though Fancy followed with immortal force? |