By forms unseen their dirge is sung;

[[390]]There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray,

To bless the turf that wraps their clay;

And Freedom shall awhile repair,

To dwell a weeping hermit there!

Ode written in the year 1746.

When Music, heavenly maid, was young,

While yet in early Greece she sung.

The Passions. Line 1.

Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired.