Could I But Mention But Thy Name;

    Could I but strike - a sweeter note
Than all from virgin choirs that float,
Or harps with cords of gold;
A note more soft and more sublime
Than she, the sweetest of the Nine,
Euterpe's strains unfold!

The note which even now I hear
(For angels breathe it in my ear)
But never dared to raise -
Could I but mention but thy name,
To whom I owe this sacred flame
And love's inspired lays!

Ah! then, methinks, when I should hear
My Muse employ that word so dear;
When thoughts of thee inspire;
In sweeter strains my song should swell
Than e'er from harp of Orpheus fell
Or Phoebus' full-stringed lyre!

W. M. MacKeracher

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