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When Music heav'nly maid was young	A
While yet in early Greece she sung	A
The Passions oft to hear her shell	B
Throng'd around her magic cell	B
Exulting trembling raging fainting	C
Possest beyond the Muse's painting	C
By turns they felt the glowing mind	D
Disturb'd delighted rais'd refin'd	D
Till once 'tis said when all were fir'd	E
Fill'd with fury rapt inspir'd	E
From the supporting myrtles round	F
They snatch'd her instruments of sound	F
And as they oft had heard apart	G
Sweet lessons of her forceful art	G
Each for madness rul'd the hour	H
Would prove his own expressive pow'r	I
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First Fear his hand its skill to try	J
Amid the chords bewilder'd laid	K
And back recoil'd he knew not why	J
Ev'n at the sound himself had made	K
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Next Anger rush'd his eyes on fire	H
In lightnings own'd his secret stings	L
In one rude clash he struck the lyre	M
And swept with hurried hand the strings	L
	-
With woful measures wan Despair	N
Low sullen sounds his grief beguil'd	O
A solemn strange and mingled air	N
'Twas sad by fits by starts 'twas wild	O
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But thou O Hope with eyes so fair	N
What was thy delightful measure	H
Still it whisper'd promis'd pleasure	H
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail	P
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Still would her touch the strain prolong	Q
And from the rocks the woods the vale	P
She call'd on Echo still thro' all the song	Q
And where her sweetest theme she chose	R
A soft responsive voice was heard at ev'ry close	S
And Hope enchanted smil'd and wav'd her golden hair	N
	-
And longer had she sung but with a frown	T
Revenge impatient rose	R
He threw his blood stain'd sword in thunder down	T
And with a with'ring look	U
The war denouncing trumpet took	U
And blew a blast so loud and dread	V
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe	W
And ever and anon he beat	X
The doubling drum with furious heat	X
And tho' sometimes each dreary pause between	Y
Dejected Pity at his side	Z
Her soul subduing voice applied	Z
Yet still he kept his wild unalter'd mien	Y
While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head	V
	-
Thy numbers Jealousy to nought were fix'd	A2
Sad proof of thy distressful state	B2
Of diff'ring themes the veering song was mix'd	A2
And now it courted Love now raving call'd on Hate	B2
	-
With eyes uprais'd as one inspir'd	E
Pale Melancholy sate retir'd	C2
And from her wild sequester'd seat	X
In notes by distance made more sweet	X
Pour'd thro' the mellow horn her pensive soul	D2
And dashing soft from locks around	F
Bubbling runnels join'd the sound	F
Thro' glades and glooms the mingled measure stole	D2
Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay	E2
Round an holy calm diffusing	C
Love of peace and lonely musing	C
In hollow murmurs died away	E2
	-
But oh how alter'd was its sprightlier tone	F2
When Cheerfulness a nymph of healthiest hue	G2
Her bow across her shoulder flung	A
Her buskins gemm'd with morning dew	G2
Blew an inspiring air that dale and thicket rung	A
The hunter's call to faun and dryad known	F2
The oak crown'd sisters and their chaste ey'd queen	Y
Satyrs and sylvan boys were seen	Y
Peeping from forth their alleys green	Y
Brown Exercise rejoic'd to heal	H2
And Sport leapt up and seiz'd his beechen spear	I2
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Last came Joy's ecstatic trial	J2
He with viny crown advancing	C
First to the lively pipe his hand addrest	G2
But soon he saw the brisk awak'ning viol	J2
Whose sweet entrancing voice he lov'd the best	G2
They would have thought who heard the strain	K2
They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids	L2
Amidst the vestal sounding shades	L2
To some unwearied minstrel dancing	C
While as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings	L
Love fram'd with Mirth a gay fantastic round	G2
Loose were her tresses seen her zone unbound	G2
And he amidst his frolic play	J2
As if he would the charming air repay	J2
Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings	L
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O Music sphere descended maid	G2
Friend of Pleasure Wisdom's aid	G2
Why goddess why to us denied	G2
Lay'st thou thy ancient lyre aside	G2
As in that lov'd Athenian bow'r	I
You learn'd an all commanding pow'r	I
Thy mimic soul O nymph endear'd	G2
Can well recall what then it heard	G2
Where is thy native simple heart	G2
Devote to Virtue Fancy Art	G2
Arise as in that eider time	M2
Warm energic chaste sublime	M2
Thy wonders in that godlike age	N2
Fill thy recording sister's page	N2
'Tis said and I believe the tale	J2
Thy humblest reed could more prevail	J2
Had more of strength diviner rage	N2
Than all which charms this laggard age	N2
Ev'n all at once together found	G2
C cilia's mingled world of sound	G2
O bid our vain endeavours cease	O2
Revive the just designs of Greece	O2
Return in all thy simple state	G2
Confirm the tales her sons relate	G2

William Collins

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