Occasional Ode

Hail, Musick, sweet enchantment hail! Like potent spells thy pow'rs 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? Heav'n's rarest gifts, by harmony combin'd. 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 f iendship's ties, And all the social pleasures rise. From thee, O harmony divine! Love! Concord! Beauty! ev'ry joy is thine!