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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115177" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A farewell to Ole Bull</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a fountain in my heart<br>  Whose deeps had not been stirred;<br> A thirst for music in my soul<br>  My ear had never heard; --<br> <br> A feeling of the incomplete<br>  To all bright things allied;<br> A sense of something beautiful,<br>  Unfilled, unsatisfied.<br> <br> But, waked beneath thy master-hand,<br>  Those trembling chords have given<br> A foretaste of that deep, full life<br>  That I shall know in Heaven.<br> <br> In that resistless spell, for once,<br>  The vulture of Unrest,<br> That whets its beak upon my heart,<br>  Lies, charmed, within my breast.<br> <br> Pale Memory and flushed Hope forget;<br>  Ambition sinks to sleep;<br> And o'er my spirit falls a bliss<br>  So perfect that I weep.<br> <br> Oh, Stranger! though thy Farewell notes<br>  Now on the breeze may sigh,<br> Yet, treasured in our thrilling hearts,<br>  Their echo shall not die.<br> <br> Thou'st brought us from thy Northern home<br>  Old Norway's forest tones,<br> Wild melodies from ancient lands,<br>  Of palaces and thrones.<br> <br> Take back the "Prairie's Solitude,"<br>  The voice of that dry sea,<br> Whose billowy breast is dyed with flowers,<br>  Made audible by thee.<br> <br> Take back with thee what ne'er before<br>  To Music's voice was given,<br> The anthem that "Niagara" chaunts<br>  Unceasingly to Heaven; --<br> <br> The spirit of a People waked<br>  By Freedom's battle cry;<br> The "Memory of their Washington,"<br>  Their song of victory.<br> <br> Take back with thee a loftier Fame,<br>  A prouder niche in Art,<br> Fresh laurels from our virgin soil,<br>  And -- take a Nation's heart!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Lynch+Botta">Anne Lynch Botta</a> from <i>Poems</i><div class=q>
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