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O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!
Eclogue 1. Line 5.
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
Ode on the Death of Thomson.
In yonder grave a Druid lies.
O Music! sphere-descended maid,
Friend of pleasure, wisdom's aid!
Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
In yonder grave a Druid lies.