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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.
CHORUS
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.
First Dance of Statues.
A Single Voice.
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!
Our
