170 ORIGIN OF SOCIETY. CANTO iv. 



How Virtue's beams with mental charm engage 

 Youth's raptured eye, and warm the frost of age, 

 Gild with soft lustre Death's tremendous gloom, 

 And light the dreary chambers of the tomb. 

 How fell Remorse shall strike with venom'd dart, 

 Though mail'd in adamant, the guilty heart; 

 Fierce furies drag to pains and realms unknown 

 The blood- stain'd tyrant from his tottering throne. 



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By hands unseen are struck aerial wires, 

 And Angel- tongues are heard amid the quires; 510 

 From aile to aile the trembling concord floats, 

 And the wide roof returns the mingled notes, 

 Through each fine nerve the keen vibrations dart, 



Pierce the charm'd ear, and thrill the echoing heart. 

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MUTE the sweet voice, and still the quivering strings, 

 Now Silence hovers on unmoving wings. 

 Slow to the altar fair URANIA bends 

 Her graceful march, the sacred steps ascends, 



