Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.

His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.

The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love. While I listen to thy Voice.

Illustrious acts high raptures do infuse, And every conqueror creates a muse.

With wisdom fraught; not such as books, but such as practice taught.