GOOD angels snatch'd him eagerly on high; Joyful they flew, and soaring through the sky, Teaching his new-fledg'd soul to fly; While we, alas! lamenting lie. He went musing all along, Composing new their heavenly song: Awhile his skilful notes loud hallelujahs drown'd; But soon they ceas'd their own, to catch his pleasing sound. David himself improv'd the harmony, David, in sacred story so renown'd No less for music, than for poetry! ... If human cares are lawful to the blest, Already settled in eternal rest, Needs must he wish, that Purcell only might Have liv'd to set what he vouchsaf'd to write. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 25 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EMILY SPARKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SONATA IN PATHOS by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN A BIRTHDAY SONG by SIDNEY LANIER |