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•' Thro' many a maze of melody tliey flew, 



" They^ rose like incense, they distili'd like dew, 



" Pour'd through the sufferer's breast delicious balm, 



" And sooth'd remembrance till remorse grew calm, 



" Till Cain forsook the solitary wild, 



" Led by the Minstrel like a weaned Child. 



•' O ! had you seen him to his home restored, 



<• How young and old ran forth to meet their lord ; 



" How friends and kindred on his neck did fall, 



" Weeping aloud, while Cain outwept them all : 



" But hush ! — thenceforward when recoiling care 



" Lower'd on his brow, and sadden'd to despair, 



«' The Lyre of Jubal, with divinest art, 



*' Repell'd the Demon, and revived his heart. 



" Thus Song, the breath of heaven, had power to bind, 



*' In chains of harmony the mightiest mind; 



" Thus Music's empire in the soul began, 



" The first-born Poet ruled the first-born Man.'* 



While Javan sung, the shadows fell around. 

 The moving glow-worm brighten'd on the ground. 

 He ceased : — the mute Assembly rose in tears; 

 Delight and wonder were chastised with fears; 

 That heavenly harmony, unheard before. 

 Awoke the feehng,— " Who shall hear it more ?" 

 The sun had set in glory on their sight. 

 For them in vain might morn restore the light : 

 Though self devoted, thro' each mortal frame, 

 At thought of Death, a cold sick shuddering came, 

 Nature's infirmity— but Faith was given, 

 The flame that lifts the sacrifice to heaven : 

 Thro' doubt and darkness then, beyond the skies. 

 Eternal prospects open'd on their eyes ; 

 Already seem'd the immortal Spirit free, 

 And Death was swallow'd up in victory. 



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