Human Life.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell
Till waked and kindled by the master's spell;
And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour
A thousand melodies unheard before!
Human Life.
Then never less alone than when alone.[455:3]
Human Life.
Those that he loved so long and sees no more,
Loved and still loves,—not dead, but gone before,[455:4]—