I come with friendly aid,
To put despair to flight,
And cheer thy endless night.’
“Then, gently leading to the new-made lyre,
He plac’d my fingers on the speaking keys;
‘With these (he cries) thou listening crowds shalt fire,
And rapture teach on every heart to seize.’
“Elastic force my nerves new brac’d,
And from my voice new accents flow;
My soul new pleasures learn’d to taste,