MUSIC AT THE VILLA MARINA 39
TO MADAME GARSCHINE
WHAT is the face, the fairest face, till Care, Till Care the graver—Care with cunning hand>
Etches content thereon and makes it fair, Or constancy, and love, and makes it grand ?
MUSIC AT THE VILLA MARINA
'OR some abiding central source of power. Strong-smitten steady chords, ye seem to flow And, flowing, carry virtue. Far below,
Tie vain tumultuous passions of the hour
"leet fast and disappear; and as the sun Shines on the wake of tempests, there is cast O'er all the shattered ruins of my past
L strong contentment as of battles won.
tod yet I cry in anguish, as I hear
The long drawn pageant of your passage roll
Magnificently forth into the night. To yon fair land ye come from, to yon sphere
Of strength and love where now ye shape your flight,
O even wings of music, bear my soul !