Alexandria Gazette & Daily Advertiser

THE VOICE OF HIM I LOVE.
BY MRS. OPIE.

Hence, far from me, ye senseless joys!
That fade before we reach the heart--
The crowded dome's distracted noise,
Where all is pomp and useless art!

Give me my home, to quiet dear,
Where hours untold and peaceful move,
So fate ordain. I sometimes there
May hear the voice of him I love.

I hate e'en music's pleasing power,
When giddy crowds my tones attend;
But love to sing at evening's hour,
To soothe the sorrows of a friend.

I love to breathe the plaintive lays
That Henry's heart and taste approve;
For oh how sweet, in tones of praise,
Sounds the dear voice of him I love.

The praises I from others hear,
Some joy may to my pride impart;
But Henry's wake the rapturous tear,
For his applauses touch the heart.

From busy crowds o'erjoy'd I fly,
With him in lonely shades to rove;
For in the gayest scenes I sigh
To hear the voice of him I love.

I woo the drama's magic powers,
Seek music's ever crowded shrine.
In learning pass the studious hours,
Or try the muse's wreath to twine.

Yet still I feel a joy more dear.
Though I these pure delights approve,
When, in retirement's scenes, I hear
The soothing voice of him I love.