Fairest of the tuneful Nine

Fairest of the tuneful Nine, Clio, muse and nymph divine, Haste thee to the vocal grove, Breathing odours, breathing love. Be thy temples deck'd around, With a flow'ry chaplet crown'd; Curling locks o'erspread thy breast, In a mantle lightly dress'd.

On the mossy bank reclin'd, Gently wafted by the wind; Circling Sylvans round thee there, Shall forget their fleecy care. Muse celestial, come away, Tune sublime th' enchanting lay; While the warblers of the sky, Swell the chorus as they fly.