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SHE AVERED SHE KNEW NOT WHAT TO SING
Sing of the hours when time was young,
And life without a pain;
When music flowed from every tongue,
And sweetly through creation rung,
And bade Jehovah reign.
And life without a pain;
When music flowed from every tongue,
And sweetly through creation rung,
And bade Jehovah reign.
Sing of the maids in Enna's field,
When flowers were all divine;
And did in smile their pleasures yield,
When nothing lovely lay concealed,
From charming proser fine.
When flowers were all divine;
And did in smile their pleasures yield,
When nothing lovely lay concealed,
From charming proser fine.
Sing too of Phillip's martial son,
Or Alexander's feast;
When his triumphant race was run,
The shaft of love was hard to shun,
Which struck both man and beast.
Or Alexander's feast;
When his triumphant race was run,
The shaft of love was hard to shun,
Which struck both man and beast.
Sing of the time when David, King,
Subdued an envious Saul;
Who was constrained to dance and sin,
Whose violin rung from every string,
And pleasuae crowned the hall.
Subdued an envious Saul;
Who was constrained to dance and sin,
Whose violin rung from every string,
And pleasuae crowned the hall.
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