Thus spoke the nymph, — to heav'n the music floats,
And angels echo back the tuneful notes.
Transported, and amaz'd, I trembling cry'd,
"In thee alone I trust to be my guide!"
The goddess smil'd, and kindly press'd my hand,
When I obedient to her wise command
Followed her footsteps, to that blissful seat,
Where peace, humility, and love do meet:
To that pure cell where every earthly joy,
Reigns uncontroul'd, unmixt, without a cloy.