No. 4.
Eben.—
What spirit is this that I feel?
This spirit of song, I feel,
Urging me to sing my song—
My song—in cadence soft and long,
As ’twere a bird, making these walls to ring;
Yea, like a bird I’ll sing, I’ll sing, I’ll sing.
I like a flute shall be,
Flowing with melody;