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An Ode for Music	A
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When Music heavenly maid was young	B
While yet in early Greece she sung	B
The Passions oft to hear her shell	C
Thronged around her magic cell	C
Exulting trembling raging fainting	D
Possest beyond the Muse's painting	D
By turns they felt the glowing mind	E
Disturbed delighted raised refined	E
Till once 'tis said when all were fired	F
Filled with fury rapt inspired	F
From the supporting myrtles round	G
They snatched her instruments of sound	G
And as they oft had heard apart	H
Sweet lessons of her forceful art	H
Each for Madness ruled the hour	I
Would prove his own expressive power	I
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First Fear his hand its skill to try	J
Amid the chords bewildered laid	K
And back recoiled he knew not why	J
E'en at the sound himself had made	K
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Next Anger rushed his eyes on fire	I
In lightnings owned his secret stings	L
In one rude clash he struck the lyre	M
And swept with hurried hand the strings	L
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With woful measures wan Despair	N
Low sullen sounds his grief beguiled	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 delighted measure	I
Still it whispered promised pleasure	I
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail	P
Still would her touch the strain prolong	Q
And from the rocks the woods the vale	P
She called on Echo still through all the song	Q
And where her sweetest theme she chose	R
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close	S
And Hope enchanted smiled and waved her golden hair	N
And longer had she sung but with a frown	T
Revenge impatient rose	R
He threw his blood stained sword in thunder down	T
And with a withering 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 though sometimes each dreary pause between	Y
Dejected Pity at his side	Z
Her soul subduing voice applied	Z
Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien	Y
While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head	V
Thy numbers Jealousy to nought were fixed	A2
Sad proof of thy distressful state	B2
Of differing themes the veering song was mixed	A2
And now it courted Love now raving called on Hate	B2
With eyes up raised as one inspired	F
Pale Melancholy sat retired	C2
And from her wild sequestered seat	X
In notes by distance made more sweet	X
Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul	D2
And dashing soft from rocks around	G
Bubbling runnels joined the sound	G
Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole	D2
Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay	E2
Round an holy calm diffusing	D
Love of Peace and lonely musing	D
In hollow murmurs died away	E2
But Oh how altered was its sprightlier tone	F2
When Cheerfulness a nymph of healthiest hue	G2
Her bow across her shoulder flung	B
Her buskins gemmed with morning dew	G2
Blew an inspiring air that dale and thicket rung	B
The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known	F2
The oak crowned Sisters and their chaste eyed Queen	Y
Satyrs and Sylvan Boys were seen	Y
Peeping from forth their alleys green	Y
Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear	H2
And Sport leapt up and seized his beechen spear	I2
Last came Joy's ecstatic trial	J2
He with viny crown advancing	D
First to the lively pipe his hand addrest	G2
But soon he saw the brisk awakening viol	J2
Whose sweet entrancing voice he loved the best	G2
They would have thought who heard the strain	K2
They saw in Tempe's vale her native maids	L2
Amidst the festal sounding shades	L2
To some unwearied minstrel dancing	D
While as his flying fingers kissed the strings	L
Love framed 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 loved Athenian bower	I
You learned an all commanding power	I
Thy mimic soul O Nymph endeared	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 elder time	M2
Warm energetic 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
E'en all at once together found	G2
Cecilia'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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