On a Native Singer

AFTER HEARING MISS ADELAIDE KEMBLE

A S sweet as the bird that by calm Bendemeer,
Pours such rich modulations of tone —
As potent, as tender, as brilliant, as clear —
Still her voice has a charm of its own.

For lo! like the skylark, when after its song
It drops down to its nest from above,
She reminds us her home and her music belong
To the very same soil that we love.
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