FROM THE SWEET REALMS OF BLISS

Song
T. Comer
W. H. Smith
Oliver Ditson
From the “musical scenic romance of the Enchanted Beauty, or the Dream of 100 Years.”

Copy in the Levy Sheet Music Collection, Johns Hopkins University.

From the sweet realms of bliss on high,
I love and charity impart;
I punish vice, bid sorrow fly,
And bind the wounded, suff’ring heart.

Fear not, angels ’round will hover,
Be faithful, yield not to despair,
— in sleep awaits her lover,
Joy will repay all perils there.

Th’ Enchanted Maiden sleeps in vain
To hope redress from other arm,
Foul [?] magic forged the mighty chain,
But love and honor breaks the charm.

Let not terror thy heart dissuade,
Danger will yield to courage still,
Think on thy love – th’ Enchantred Maid
Waits her release by knightly will.

FROM THE SWEET REALMS OF BLISS