And foremost from the tomb shall bound, For they are covered with the lightest ground; And straight, with inborn vigour, on the wing, Like mounting larks, to the new morning sing. There thou, sweet saint, before the quire shalt go, As harbinger of Heaven, the way to show, The way which thou so well hast learned below. F 'ROM harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began; When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, Then cold and hot and moist and dry From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, II. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? Less than a god they thought there could not dwell That spoke so sweetly, and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? III. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. V. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation, Depth of pains and height of passion, VI. But oh! what art can teach, The sacred organ's praise? To mend the choirs above. VII. Orpheus could lead the savage race, Sequacious of the lyre; But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared Mistaking earth for heaven. GRAND CHORUS. As from the power of sacred lays The spheres began to move, |