• From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
        This universal frame began;
      When Nature underneath a heap
          Of jarring atoms lay,
        And could not heave her head
    The tuneful voice was heard from high,
          Arise, ye more than dead!
    Then cold and hot, and moist and dry,
        In order to their stations leap,
          And Music’...

  • What means this high and more than mortal strain?

    'Tis St. Cecilia and her wondrous lyre,

    And from its strings with soft, celestial fire

    Comes...