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 Such Musick (as 'tis said) Before was never made,
 * But when of old the sons of morning sung,

While the Creator Great His constellations set,
 * And the well-ballanc't world on hinges hung,

And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.

Ring out ye Crystall sphears, Once bless our human ears,
 * (If ye have power to touch our senses so)

And let your silver chime Move in melodious time;
 * And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow,

And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th'Angelike symphony.

For if such holy Song Enwrap our fancy long,
 * Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold,

And speckl'd vanity Will sicken soon and die,
 * And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould,

And Hell it self will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day. Rh