Sing, gentle maid — reform my breast,

A poem testifying to the healing and soothing powers of song and music, by Lady Mary Montagu. She is feeling down for some reason, and the sound of a young lady singing cheers her up. Isn’t music wonderful?

Impromptu, To A Young Lady Singing
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

Sing, gentle maid — reform my breast,
And soften all my care;
Thus may I be some moments blest,
And easy in despair.
The pow’r of Orpheus lives in you;
You can the passions of my soul subdue,
And tame the lions and the tigers there.

 
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu

From <http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/impromptu-to-a-young-lady-singing/&gt;

This poet by the way, led a very interesting life. Apart from writing some fine poems, she was the wife of the British Ambassador to the Ottoman Empire in the 1700s and wrote many letters about life in Turkey. She also campaigned for smallpox inoculation and advocated women’s education.

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