Hark! Musidora strikes the sounding Strings:
O Harmony! what Raptures dost Thou move!
Nature be husht, for Musidora sings,
And every Passion now is chang'd to Love;
Seraphs and Cherubs, bend, attentive, down,
Admire Her Musick, and forget their own.
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