HOW was I charm'd, when fair  sung!
What heavenly Sweetness dwelt upon her Tongue!
What melting Joys did her soft Song impart!
Oh Pow'r of Musick, on a tender Heart!
While she repeats the Lover's ardent Pains,
My sympathising Soul with her complains:
Soft flow the Tears; the gentle Sorrows rise,
And my full Bosom heaves with strug'ling Sighs:
But when a faithful, generous Pair's her Theme;
When in soft Sounds she sings their mutual Flame,
'Tis then I feel the Lover's soft Excess;
Share in their Joy, and triumph in their Bliss;
Wish I may thus to Tenderness be moved,
And love like them, like them to be belov'd:
Oh say, bright Virgin, by what powerful Art
Thy Song gives real Raptures to the Heart,
And makes the struggling Soul alternate prove
The Joys of true, and Pangs of perjur'd Love:
A Voice less fine than yours the Bard possest,
Whose magick Sweetness moving Trees confest.
On Mortals! thy superior Skill is shown,
And Hearts subdu'd thy greater Power own.