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Title: A golden treasury of songs and lyrics
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Palgrave, Francis Turner, 1824-1897 Parrish, Maxfield, 1870-1966, ill
Subjects: English poetry
Publisher: New York : Duffield & Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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then That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep. When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet As never was by mortal finger strook — Divinely-warbled voice Answering the stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air, such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close. Nature, that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthias seat the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union. At last surrounds their sightA globe of circular light That with long beams the shamefaced night arrayd ;The helmed CherubimAnd sworded Seraphim Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displavd,Harping in loud and solemn quireWith unexpressive notes, to Heavens new-born Heir. 54
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SONGS AND LYRICS Such music (as t is said) Before was never made But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator great His constellation set And the well-balanced world on hinges hung; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep. Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the base of heavens deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony. For if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day. Yea, Truth and Justice thenWill down return to men,Orbd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,Mercy will sit betweenThroned in celestial sheen, With radiant feet the tissued

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