Melts joy and sorrow into song.
The tinted sea-shell, borne away
Far from the ocean's pebbly shore,
Still loves to hum the choral lay,
The whispering mermaid taught of yore.
The hollow cave, that once hath known
Echo's lone voice, can ne'er forget—
But gives—though parting years have flown—
The wild responsive cadence yet.
So shall thy plaintive melody,