Awake, My Lyre

Awake, my lyre, awake!
Breathe aloud the choral strain;
From thy heavy slumber break;
Wake to life and joy again.

Hark! how on thy trembling strings
Songs of hope and love rebound!
Brushed as by an angel's wings,
How the vocal chords resound!

Now thy long, deep sleep has flown;
Spirit burns along thy wire:
How the swelling peals roll on,
Full, instinct with living fire.

O, be silent nevermore!
Soar to day's eternal blue;
Through the solemn midnight pour
Notes that fall like starry dew.

As on eagle's pinions, take
High to heaven thy sweep again;
Light and music o'er us shake,
Like a shower of golden rain.
Awake, my lyre, awake!
Breathe aloud the choral strain.
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