The spell was broken, and blest music’s power
Was felt again in that eventful hour;
Bright smiles were seen where gloom had been so late,
And burden’d hearts threw off their gathering weight;
Unconscious childhood turned again to play,
And peace resum’d its own delightful sway.
There sits a mourner solitary now,
With downcast eyes, and pale dejected brow;
Cold is the pillow where she laid her head,
When last they sat beneath their favorite shade;