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To the Chorus of Youths and Virgins.

Phoebus taught me how to sing,
How to tune the vocal String;
Phœbus made me known to Fame,
Honour'd with a Poet's Name.
Noble Youths, and Virgins fair,
Chaste Diana's guardian Care,

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(Goddess, whose unerring Dart
Stops the Lynx or flying Hart)
Mark the Lesbian Measures well,
Where they fall, and where they swell;
And in various Cadence sing,
As I strike the changing String.
To the God, who gilds the Skies,
Let the solemn Numbers rise;
Solemnising the Queen of Night,
And her Crescent's bending Light,
Which adown the fruitful Year
Rolls the Months in prone Career.
Soon upon her bridal Day,
Thus the joyful Maid shall say,
When the great revolving Year
Bad the festal Morn appear,
High the vocal Hymn I rais'd,
And the listening Gods were pleas'd;
All the vocal Hymn divine,
Horace, tuneful Bard, was thine.