The power of Music; by Mr. SMITH

Music, how pow'rful is thy charm! That can the fiercest rage disarm, Calm passions in a human breast, And lull ev'n jealousy to rest; With amorous thoughts the soul inspire, Or kindle up a warlike fire. So great is music's pow'r.

Amphion, with his tuneful lyre, Could rocks remove, and stones inspire; Command a city to arise, And lofty buildings touch the skies; While stones, obedient to his call, Harmonious mov'd, and form'd a wall.

Arion, from his vessel cast, In safety o'er the seas he past: For, mounted like the ocean's god, Upon a dolphin's back he rode, Whilst shoals of fishes flock'd around, Well pleas'd drank in the charming sound.

Sad Orpheus, through hell's dreary coast, Was seeking for his consort lost, His music drew the ghosts along, And furies listen'd to his song; His song could Charon's rage disarm, And Pluto and his consort charm.

Inflam'd by music soldiers fight, Inspir'd by music poets write; Music can heal the lover's wounds, And calm fierce rage by gentle sounds; Philosophy attempts in vain, What music can with ease attain. So great is music's pow'r.