That in gladness had no part—
How like art thou, neglected Lyre!
To many a human heart!
TASSO’S CORONATION.[384]
A crown of victory! a triumphal song!
Oh! call some friend, upon whose pitying heart
The weary one may calmly sink to rest;
Let some kind voice, beside his lowly couch,
Pour the last prayer for mortal agony!
A trumpet’s note is in the sky, in the glorious Roman sky,