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To see all enmity to kindness melt!
Manfredi, now the happy sire declar'd,
To his own hall to guide his guests prepar'd.
“My father!” softly with a filial smile
Venusia said; “my father! pause a while!
Yet ere we move from this, our fav'rite shrine,
Indulge me, list'ning to a song of mine!
And kindly hear your grateful child rehearse
Her variations on Lucilio's verse!”
With fond applause the little temple rings,
And thus, by Heaven inspir'd, the rapt enthusiast sings.
| The triumph of music | |