Classic Poem

Hail Music, sweet enchantment, hail!
Like potent spells thy powers prevail;
On wings of rapture borne away,
All Nature owns thy universal sway.

For what is beauty, what is grace,
But harmony of form and face?
What are the beauties of the mind?
Heaven's rarest gifts, by harmony combined.

From the fierce passions discord springs,
Till Nature strike the softer strings;
The softer strings the soul compose,
And love, harmonious love, from passion flows.

Affection's flame and friendship's ties,
And all the social pleasures rise
From thee, O harmony divine!
Love, concord, beauty, every joy is thine.