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Hark the quicken'd Lyre awaks
Each willing string melodious tremblings makes:
And see! the appeas'd Air, and opening sky
Proclaim the Goddess nigh.
She's here, I feel the generous rage within
Enliven each extended vein.
I feel the kind the cruel Goddess roll
All through each part of my exalted Soul
And prest with Joy and pain'd with extacy
Loe! what mighty things I see.