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XL.

A certain Music, never known before,

Here sooth'd the pensive melancholy Minds;
Full easily obtain'd. Behoves no more,
But sidelong, to the gently-waving Wind,
To lay the well-tun'd Instrument reclin'd;
From which, with airy flying Fingers light,
Beyond each mortal Touch the most refin'd,
The God of Winds drew Sounds of deep Delight:
Whence, with just Cause, The Harp of Æolus it hight.^[1]

XLI.

Ah me! what Hand can touch the Strings so fine?

Who up the lofty Diapasan roll
Such sweet, such sad, such solemn Airs divine,
Then let them down again into the Soul?
Now rising Love they fan'd; now pleasing Dole
They breath'd, in tender Musings, through the Heart;
And now a graver sacred Strain they stole,
As when Seraphic Hands an Hymn impart:
Wild warblings Nature all, above the Reach of Art!

1. This is not an Imagination of the Author; there being in fact such an Instrument, called Æolus's Harp, which, when placed against a little Rushing of Current of Air, produces the Effect here described.