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Song.

[O Extasie Divine! I cannot hold!]

O Extasie Divine! I cannot hold!
Farewel dull Earth! see! where my ravish'd Soul
Stands shiv'ring on the edg of it's slow Clay!
With the next rising Note 'twill sly away.

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I faint! I faint! the pow'rful Charm forbear!
Nay; but sing on; sure that will keep it here.
Whither fond Soul! Ah! whither would'st thou sly?
To Heav'n? can there be sweeter Harmony?
'Tis strange the Charms of Harmony, which give
To all things Life should make me cease to live.
Yet is this Death? If it be thus to die,
Death cannot be a Curse: or if it be,
Ye angry Pow'rs may't ever light on me.