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XII.

Οσσα δε μη πεφιληκε
Ζευς, ατυζονται βοαν
Πιεριδων αιοντα.
Pind. Pyth. 1. 24,

Sweet and entrancing was that song
Which Pindar paints the heavens among;
Which held the gods in ecstasy,
And clos'd in sleep the eagle's eye.
“That melody whose sound to hear
Fills every guilty soul with fear,
Whom the great Father doth not love,
Through earth, sea, hell, or skies above.”
“And I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps: and they sung as it were a new song before the throne.” Rev xiv 2. 3.

Oh, that with me the blissful spell,
That soul of music, might indwell,
Which sets all strife and sin afar,
And in its orbit holds each star!
For what is music but, to sense
Express'd in wondrous eloquence,
That peace no heart can tell below,
And which the wicked ne'er shall know.