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The Birth And Progress Of Music.
THE BIRTH AND PROGRESS OF MUSIC .
LONG ages since—when Time was young , Ere sin or sorrow dimm'd its birth , Music from heaven delighted sprung , To seek a resting place on earth .
In Eden ' s vale—' mid blooming bowers , And happier scenes than man can dream , She pass'd those sun-bright golden hours - AVe picture from the poet ' s theme .
Happy awhile there dwelt the maid , Her home a rose-tree by the spring , Her draught beneath its cooling shade The dew brush'd from an angel's wing .
A blig ht at last fell o ' er the world , I blame not woman ' s wayward ivill , For when with man from Eden hurl'd , She was his joy—his blessing still . Music deeply mourn'd the change ,
Her note of joy awhile hacl flown , 'Mid rocks ancl caves she loved to range , On earth as Echo only known . Tired once with idly straying ,
Through the forest and the glade , Or with wanton sun-beams playing , The maiden ventured from the shade .
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The Birth And Progress Of Music.
THE BIRTH AND PROGRESS OF MUSIC .
LONG ages since—when Time was young , Ere sin or sorrow dimm'd its birth , Music from heaven delighted sprung , To seek a resting place on earth .
In Eden ' s vale—' mid blooming bowers , And happier scenes than man can dream , She pass'd those sun-bright golden hours - AVe picture from the poet ' s theme .
Happy awhile there dwelt the maid , Her home a rose-tree by the spring , Her draught beneath its cooling shade The dew brush'd from an angel's wing .
A blig ht at last fell o ' er the world , I blame not woman ' s wayward ivill , For when with man from Eden hurl'd , She was his joy—his blessing still . Music deeply mourn'd the change ,
Her note of joy awhile hacl flown , 'Mid rocks ancl caves she loved to range , On earth as Echo only known . Tired once with idly straying ,
Through the forest and the glade , Or with wanton sun-beams playing , The maiden ventured from the shade .