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IMITATION

From the Medea of Euripides.

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Queen of every moving Measure,
Sweetest source of purest pleasure,
Music! why thy pow'rs employ
Only for the Sons of Joy?
Only for the smiling guests
At natal or at nuptial feasts?
Rather thy lenient Numbers pour
On those whom secret griefs devour;
Bid be still the throbbing hearts
Of those whom Death or absence parts;
And with some softly-whisper'd air
Smooth the brow of dumb Despair!