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While in more lengthen'd notes and flow,
Hark! the numbers foft and clear,
Now louder, and yet louder rife
And fill with spreading founds the skies;
And melt away,
In a dying, dying fall,
By Mufic, minds an equal temper know,
Or, when the foul is prefs'd with cares,
Warriors fhe fires with animated founds;
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds:"
Melancholy lifts her head,
Morpheus rouzes from his bed,
Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes,
Lift'ning Envy drops her fnakes;
Inteftine war no more our Paffions wage,
But when our Country's caufe provokes to Arms,
So when the firft bold veffel dar'd the feas,
High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his ftrain,
But when thro' all th' infernal bounds,
Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led
What founds were heard,
O'er all the dreary coafts!
Shrieks of woe,
And cries of tortur'd ghosts!
But hark! he strikes the golden lyre;
See, fhady forms advance!
And the pale spectres dance!
The Furies fink upon their iron beds,
And fnakes uncurl'd hang lift'ning round their heads.
By the ftreams that ever flow,
By those happy fouls who dwell
Or Amaranthine bow'rs;
He fung, and hell confented
To hear the Poet's prayer ;
Stern Proferpine relented,
A conquest how hard and how glorious?
With Styx nine times round her,
Yet mufic and love were victorious.
But foon, too foon, the lover turns his eyes:
Amidst Rhodope's fnows:
See, wild as the winds, o'er the defart he flies; Hark! Hæmus refounds with the Bacchanals cries
Ah fee, he dies!
Yet ev❜n in death Eurydice he fung,
Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue,
Eurydice the woods,
Eurydice the floods,
Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung.
Mufic the fierceft grief can charm,
And fate's fevereft råge difarm:
Mufic can foften pain to ease,
And make despair and madness please:
Our joys below it can improve,
And antedate the blifs above.
This the divine Cecilia found,
And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. 125
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,
Th' immortal pow'rs incline their ear;