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ROM harmony, from heav'nly harmony

This universal frame began :
When nature underneath a heap

Of jarring atoms lay,

And cou'd not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high,

Arise, ye more than dead.
Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,

And Music's power obey.
From harmony, from heav'nly harmony

This universal frame began:

From harmony to harmony Thro all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.

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What passion cannot Music raise and quell!

When Jubal struck the corded shell,
His list’ning brethren stood around,
And, wond'ring, on their faces fell

To worship that celestial sound.
Less than a God they thought there could not dwell

Within the hollow of that shell,

That spoke so sweetly and so well.
What passion cannot Music raise and quell?

The trumpet's loud clangor

Excites us to arms,
With shrill notes of anger

And mortal alarms.
The double double double beat

Of the thund'ring drum
Cries, hárk! the foes comé;
Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat.

The soft complaining flute
In dying notes discovers

The woes of hopeless lovers,
Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute,

Sharp violins proclaim
Their jealous pangs, and desperation,
Fury, frantic indignation,
Depth of pains, and height of paffion,
For the fair, disdainful, dame.

But oh! what art can teach,

What human voice can reach,
The sacred organ's praise ?
Notes inspiring holy love,
Notes that wing their heav'nly ways
To mend the choirs above.

Orpheus cou'd lead the savage race ;
And trees uprooted left their place,

Sequacious of the lyre :
But bright Cecilia rais’d the wonder higher :
When to her organ vocal breath was giv'n,
An angel heard, and straight appear'd

Miftaking earth for heav'n.

Grand CHORU S. As from the pow'r of sacred lays

The spheres began to move,

And sung the great Creator's praise

To all the bless'd above;
So when the last and dreadful bour
This crumbling pageant sball devour,
The trumpet shall be heard or bigh,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And Music Mall untune the sky.

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N a bank, beside a willow,

Heav'n her cov'ring, earth her pillow,
Sad Amynta figh'd alone :
From the chearless dawn of morning
"Till the dews of night returning,
Singing thus she made her moan:

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Hope is banish'd,

Joys are vanilh'd,
Damon, my belov'd, is gone!

Time, I dare thee to discover
Such a youth, and such a lover ;
Oh! so true, so kind was he!
Damon was the pride of nature,
Charming in his every feature ;
Damon liv'd alone for me ;

Melting kisses,

Murmuring blisses :
Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we!

Never shall we curse the morning,
Never bless the night returning,
Sweet embraces to restore:
Never shall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, Love supplying
All the joys he drain'd before :

Death come end me

To befriend me;
Love and Damon are no more.


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