And heavenly glories burst upon my sight:
When she strikes the trembling strings,
When through tepid air it rings,
When it vibrates through the gale,
When it does our ears assail,
When, borne upon the ambient breeze along,
Entranc’d we listen to the magic song;
Forget our cares and lull our griefs to sleep,
While fancy learns of sacred truth to weep:
Serene amid the angry storm,