Struck with astonishment I gaz'd around,
When suddenly I heard a heav'nly sound,
A sound more sweet than the soft breath of love,
Harmonious as the songsters of the grove;
Melodious as the pipe upon the plains,
The tuneful lyre, or Philomela's strains.
'Twas virtue's voice, the pure seraphic maid,
In tender numbers these soft accents said.