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HANDEL.
Awake, my glory, and the world's delight!Bring hither tabret, harp, and lute, and lyre,
And greet him with the whole angelic quire,
For Handel now from earth has wing'd his flight,
A holy bard in chariot of fire,
To mingle with your band in garments bright:
Oh, with what harmony to hymn aright
Thy canzonet of praise, monarch of song!
So that its music may enchant the mind,
Like some sweet air, that might to thee belong,
Where holiness with melody combined,
Majestic thought in thrilling sound express'd,
Cheat of their sorrows thine indebted kind,
And soothe our souls with harpings of the Blest!
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