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What passion cannot Music raise and quell?
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day (1687)
The soft complaining flute,
In dying notes, discovers
The woes of hopeless lovers.
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day (1687)
The trumpet's loud clangor
Excites us to arms.
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day (1687)
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began:
From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day (1687)
So, when the last and dreadful Hour
This crumbling Pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And musick shall untune the Sky.
A Song for St. Cecilia's Day (1687)