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Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul:
And dashing soft from rocks around,
Bubbling runnels joined the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole, Or, o'er some haunted stream, with fond delay,
Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of Peace, and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
But O! how altered was its sprightlier tone,
When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew,
Blew an inspiring air that dale and thicket rung,
The hunter's call, to Faun and Dryad known;
The oak-crowned Sisters, and their chaste-eyed Queen,
Satyrs and Sylvan Boys, were seen, Peeping from forth their alleys green:
Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear;
First to the lively pipe his hand addrest:
But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol,
Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best; They would have thought, who heard the strain,
Too weak, too, wilt thou prove
Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre!
For thou canst never tell my humble tale
In sounds that will prevail, Nor gentle thoughts in her inspire; All thy vain mirth lay by, Bid thy strings silent lie, Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre, and let thy master die.
EVER a current of sadness deep Through the streams of thy triumph is heard to sweep.
TO THE HARP.
THAT instrument ne'er heard Struck by the skilful bard
It strongly to awake, But it the Infernals scared
And made Olympus quake.
As those prophetic strings Whose sounds with fiery wings Drove fiends from their abode, Touched by the best of kings, That sung the holy ode.
So his when women slew
Such sounds yet forth it sent, The banks to weep that drew
As down the stream it went.
And diversely though strong,
To it, that now scarce known If first it did belong
To Greece, or if our own.
The Druidés imbrued
With sacrifices crowned
Adored the trembling sound.
Timotheus placed on high Amid the tuneful choir
With flying fingers touched the lyre:
Then round her slender waist he curled,
And stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. -The listening crowd admire the lofty sound!
A present deity! they shout around: A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound!