"But not in vain the tuneful planets raise
" To pure ethereal souls their voice divine;
"Nor yet in vain their great Creator's praise
" Do gladsome choirs of young-ey'd cherubs join:
"No blessed spirit but hears the sacred song,
" And wakes his lyre melodious part to bear
"In the sweet symphony; while all the throng
" Of angels, and arch-angels, nay, the ear
"Of God delighted listens to the strains. —
" In heaven, and heaven-born minds such rapturous concord reigns!