Songs, Song

Glorious craft which sires the mind With sweet harmony and love; Surely thou wer't first design'd A foretaste of the joys above.

Pleasures always on thee wait, Thou reformost Adam's race; Strength and beauty in thee meet, Wisdom's radiant in thy face.

Arts and virtues now combine, Friendship raises cheerful mirth; All unite to refine Man from grosser parts of earth.