By the Streams that ever flow,
By the fragrant Winds that blow
O'er th'  Flowers,
By those happy Souls who dwell
In Yellow Meads of
Or  Bowers:
By the Heroe's armed Shades
Glitt'ring thro' the gloomy Glades,
By the Youths that dy'd for Love,
Wandring in the Myrtle Grove,
Restore, restore  to Life;
Oh take the Husband, or return the Wife.
He sung, and Hell consented
To hear the Poet's Pray'r;
Stern  relented,
And gave him back the Fair.
Thus Song could prevail
O'er Death and o'er Hell,
A Conquest how hard and how glorious?
Tho' Fate had fast bound her
With  nine times round her,
Yet Musick and Love were Victorious.