(1722 - 1800 / England)

Ode To Music

Queen of every moving measure,
Sweetest source of purest pleasure,
Music; why thy powers employ
Only for the sons of joy?
Only for the smiling guests
At natal or at nuptial feasts?
Rather thy lenient numbers pour
On those whom secret griefs devour;
Bid be still the throbbing hearts
Of those, whom death, or absence parts,
And, with some softly whisper'd air,
Smooth the brow of dumb despair.

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'Queen of every moving measure, Sweetest source of purest pleasure' - The opening statement as announced in these opening two lines is an excellent definition of music: 'Rather thy lenient numbers pour On those whom secret griefs devour' - these two lines touched my heart.
Such a lovely poem by Joseph about music
Thy powers employ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wonderful music the close partner of poetry. The poem flows with power of music as it portrays the different ways music helps in all spheres of life.
Fantastic poem, indeed it smooth the brow of dumb despair.
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