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Hours of delight that long are past, And dreams of joy, too bright to last!

And oft 'tis thine the soul to fire, With glory's animating flame, Bid valor's noble sons aspire To win th' immortal wreath of fame; Thine too, the soft, expressive tones, That pity, tender pity owns!

Oh harmony! celestial pow'r!   Thou syren of the melting soul! In sorrow's reign, in pleasure's hour, My heart shall own thy blest control; And ever let thy moving airs, Enhance my joys and sooth my cares!