The Flageolet—C.H.W.

Published in 1833, by Samuel C. Atkinson, Philadelphia, in “Atkinson’s Casket—Gems of Literature, Wit and Sentiment”. Originally printed in the Saturday Evening Post.

The flageolet on listening ear
 Falls soft as evening dew,
When well remembered sounds we hear,
 That once in youth we knew.
For there’s a lingering magic spell,
 Our hearts can ne’er forget;
O’er which fond memory loves to dwell,
 My wind tuned flageolet.

A simple strain by others breath’d,
 Than those we fondly knew;
Seems as a stranger flower enwreath’d,
 With our own heavenly dew.
What if upon a foreign shore?
 Our bosoms bail it yet
As the loved notes, once breathed of your,
 My wind tuned flageolet.

Music can speak, with heavenly voice,
 So sweetly of the past,
That a warm heart might e’en rejoice
 That pleasure could not last.
Oh! Then let unseen memory twine
 As fondly round me yet
As in my earlier days, and thine,
 My wind tuned flageolet.

—C.H.W.