Charles Newby Wawn c1782 - 1840
Poetic Sketches

O ! GIVE ME MUSIC

    “Music, for the time, doth change man’s nature, -
    O! it came o’er my ear like the sweet South,
    That breathes upon a bank of Violets
    Stealing and giving odour.”

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Dulcet sounds, of magic power,

Breathe your gentle influence o’er

My heart, in this oblivious hour,

And soothing harmony restore.

Lull to rest each ruffl’d feeling,

Calm the lab’ring breast to peace;

Tranquillize, your might revealing,

Till each throbbing movement cease.

Raise me, by your rapt’rous thrilling,

Till the soul is caught above –

In melting sighs, a captive willing,

Yields itself to joy and love.

Bear, O! bear me, to you Spirit,

Whose holy harp around it flings

Notes divinely strange of merit;

Whilst Heav’n’s high arch, reechoing rings.

Lead, to that bright realm, O lead me,

Where the ceaseless Song is pour’d;

Where music’s soul shall love and heed me,

Where Love in Music is ador’d.

Charles Newby Wawn

Newcastle upon Tyne, 1825