ON FIRST HEARING CARADORI SING.

Spirit of beauty, and of heavenly song!

No longer seek in vain,‘ mid the loud throng,

‘ Mid the discordant tumults of mankind,

One spirit, gentle as thyself, to find.

Oh! listen, and suspend thy upward wings,

Listen — for, hark!‘ tis Caradori sings;

Hear, on the cadence of each thrilling note,

Airs scarce of earth, and sounds seraphic float!

See, in the radiant smile that lights her face;

See, in that form, a more than magic grace;

And say ( repaid for every labour past )

Beautiful spirit, thou art found at last!