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Rh List'ning she turns: How soft, she cries! ''How sweet! ah how sweet each String replies,''
 * 'Till on the warbling Note she dies,

Ah how sweet, and how divine!
 * O! 'tis a Pleasure
 * Beyond Measure,
 * Take the Treasure,

Greek, 'tis thine.

Sound the Trumpet, touch the Lute; Strike the Lyre and tune the Flute;
 * In Harmony,
 * Celestial Harmony,

All Magick Charms are found;
 * Sound the Trumpet, sound.

When with adoring Looks we gaze On bright Oriana's heav'nly Face, In every Glance, and every Grace,
 * What is that we see,
 * But Harmony;
 * Celestial Harmony!

Rh