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26 To strain the tuneful poize within, And disarrange the sweet machine, Thou, Goddess, with a master-hand Dost each attemper'd key command, Refine the soft and swell the strong, Till all is concord, all is song.


 * Fair guardian of domestic life,

Best banisher of homebred strife, Nor sullen lip, nor taunting eye Deform the scene where thou art by: No sick'ning husband damns the hour Which bound his joys to female pow'r; No pining mother weeps the cares That parents waste on hopeless heirs: Th' officious daughters pleas'd attend; The brother rises to the friend: By thee their board with flow'rs is crown'd, By thee with songs their walks resound, By thee their sprightly mornings shine, And evening-hours in peace decline. Behold