The Lyre | E.L.E.

The following poem was written by someone known only as “E.L.E.” and published in the Monthly Magazine in February 1837. It has been transcribed by Stephen Basdeo.

The balm for my sorrow,

The sigh for my grief;

On each coming morrow

It brings me relief.

The voice that can soothe me,

The friend that I prove,

The spell that detains me,

The charmer I love!

When reft of all pleasure

That wealth can bestow,

I yet have a treasure,

The sweetest I know.

Its music shall woo me,

Its tenderness move

Regret and care from me—

The lyre of my love!