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, the music of thy polished strains Through every tongue its equal power sustains. To the rude Russ it gives a softer touch, It melts to mellower sounds the homely Dutch, With bloodless conquest from each land it bears The precious spoil of long-recorded years; And, pleased its holy ardour to diffuse, With thy own spirit sanctifies the Muse. Thus, in some window's deep recesses laid, The soft ^Eolian harp its power displayed, From the shrill east wind and the stormy north It drew soft airs and gentle breathings forth;