Exulting in triumph now fwell the bold notes, In broken air, trembling, the wild mufic floats; "Till, by degrees, remote and small, The strains decay, And melt away, In a dying, dying fall. II. By Mufic, minds an equal temper know, Warriors fhe fires with animated founds; Morpheus rouzes from his bed, Lift'ning Envy drops her fnakes; And giddy factions hear away their rage. III. But, when our country's caufe provokes to arms, So, when the firit bold veffel dar'd the feas, Tranfported Transported demi-gods flood round, Each chief his fev'n-fold fhield difplay'd, And feas, and rocks, and skies rebound] IV. But when thro' all th' infernal bounds, Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led What scenes appear'd, O'er all the dreary coafts! Fires that glow, Shrieks of woe, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghosts! But hark! he ftrikes the golden lyre; Thy ftone, O Sifyphus, ftands ftill, And the pale spectres dance! The furies fink upon their iron beds, And fnakes, uncurl'd, hang lift'ning round their heads. V. By the ftreams that ever flow, O'er th' Elyfian flow'rs; He fung, and Hell confented And gave him back the fair. Thus fong could prevail O'er death, and o'er hell, A conquest how hard and how glorious? With Styx nine times round her, VI. But foon, too foon, the 'over turns his eyes: Now Now under hanging mountains, Befide the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in meanders, All alone, Unheard, unknown, Amidst Rhodope's snows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies; Hark! Hæmus refounds with the Bacchanals criesAh 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. VII. Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, And fate's feverest. rage difarm: Mufic can foften pain to ease, And make defpair and madness please: Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, And Angels lean from heav'n to hear. THE |