No, not more welcome the fairy numbers br Of music fall on the sleeper's ear, br When half awaking from fearful slumbers, br He thinks the full quire of heaven is near -- br Than came that voice, when, all forsaken, br This heart long had sleeping lain, br Nor thought its cold pulse would ever waken br To such benign blessed sounds again. br br Sweet voice of comfort! 'twas like the stealing br Of summer wind through some wreathed shell -- br Each secret winding, each inmost feeling br Of all my soul echoed to its spell. br 'Twas whisper'd balm -- 'twas sunshine spoken! -- br I'd live years of grief and pain br To have my long sleep of sorrow broken br By such benign blessed sounds again.