Thy rare ding-dong harmonious voice:
Oh! tell us, tell us, that we may rejoice
In thy long absence,—that we may obtain
A fancied hearing of thy heav’nly strain:
Ah! thine, indeed, must be a cherub’s throat:
Who taught thee singing, blest one? or, by rote,
Didst thou, thy pretty self improve the note
With such precision, that for miles around
Attentive list’ners hear thy twofold sound?
Thou art a sort of majesty in air,