Full Lyrics
I wish to tune my quiv'ring lyre
To deeds of fame and notes of fire;
To echo from its rising swell
How heroes fought and nations fell!
The dying chords are strung anew,
To war, to war, my harp is due.
With glowing strings, the epic strain
To Jove's great son I raise again.
All, all in vain my wayward lyre
Wakes silver notes of soft desire.
Adieu! ye chiefs renowned in arms!
Adieu! the clang of war's alarms!
To other deeds my soul is strung,
And sweeter notes shall now be sung.
My harp shall all its powers reveal,
To tell the tale my heart must feel,
Love, love alone, my lyre shall claim,
In songs of bliss and sighs of flame.
