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#3
Hark! hark! each Tree its silence breaks;
the Box and Firr to talk begin;
Hark! this in the sprightly Violin,
That in the Flute distinctly speaks;
This in the Sprightly Violin distinctly speaks;
'Twas Sympathy their list'ning Brethren drew;
When to the Thracian Lyre with leafy wings they flew.
#4
"Tis Natures voice, thro' all the moving wood,
of creatures understood:
the universal tongue, to none
of all her num'rous race unknown.
From her it learnt the mighty art,
to court the ear, or strike the heart;
at once the passions to express and move;
we hear, and straight we grieve or hate; rejoice or love.
In unseen chains it does the fancy bind,
at once it charms the sense and captivates the mind.
#6
Thou Tun'st this World below, the Sphears above,
who in the Heav'nly round to their own Musick move.
#10
In vain the am'rous flute and soft guitar,
jointly labour to inspire
wanton heart and loose desire,
whilst thy chaste airs do gently move,
seraphic flames and heav'nly love.
