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n any mortal mixture of earth’s mould 
Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? 
Sure pire eyed holy lodges in the breast, 
And with those raptures moves the vocal air 
To wutle his hidden residence 
Bending down to earth, I ieee 
pie dumb cana e her 
watery murmurs sweet, or Carbtine shades, 
pa softly on ma ear A 
With looks commercing with the skies, 
Her ‘rapt soul sitting in her eyes Milton. 
Again she struck the key ys—and music mad 
That mocked all skill her tend had e’er displayed : 
Inspired, and warbling, ‘rapt from ae around, 
She looked the very muse of magic s 
Painting in sound the forms of joy a ian 
Until the mind’s eye saw them melt and pm Campbell. 
And on the winds triumphant swell send 
So soft, though high, so loud, and yet 
Even listening angels lean from dexeek 7‘ hear: Pope. 
Foe closing tras composed and calm, played, 
ords to give its pathos a 
Bai grief oie lingering in its len thesied swell, 
And like so many tears the trickling - touches fell. 
Campbell. 
POWER 
ve nameless grace, which no methods teach, 
which a master’s hand alone can reach. . . . Pope. 
Who, as he play’d baa take the prison’d soul, 
And lap it in Elysiu 'Milto on. 
O! breathe again, em touching strain 
s o’er waters stealing ; : 
+ rejoice again 
In music’s all subduing strain. . . 
Oh! how welcome breathes the 
Waking thoughts that long bare oct: 
Kindling former smiles again 
n faded eyes that long have oi ee ‘ 
pnt a how faint, how 
Lan e fades before ay spell, 
Why soul feeling ever speak, 
u canst breathe her soul so well. 
Friendship’ s been words may feign, 
ove’s are e’en more false than they, 
Oh! ’tis only music’ s strain 
Can sweetly soothe and not betray 
Oh! surely melody from heaven was sen 
To cheer the soul when tired with noha strife, 
To soothe the wa, rt by sorrow rent 
‘And soften down the rugged road of life. H. K. White. 
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