Quote#Hope
O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain
Quote byWilliam Lisle Bowles · 1762–1850
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Music", in Poetical Works, vol. 1 (1855).
English (original)
O harmony! thou tenderest nurse of pain, If that thy note's sweet magic e'er can heal Griefs which the patient spirit oft may feel, Oh! let me listen to thy songs again; Till memory her fairest tints shall bring; Hope wake with brighter eye, and listening seem With smiles to think on some delightful dream.
— William Lisle Bowles
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