ODE FØR MUSIC.

" Nor Envy bafe, nor creeping Gain
" Dare the Mufe's walk to ftain,
" While bright-eyed Science watches round:
" Hence, away, 'tis holy ground!"

II.

From yonder realms of empyrean day
Burfts on my ear th' indignant lay:
There fit the fainted Sage, the Bard divine,
The Few, whom Genius gave to fhine
Thro' every unborn age, and undifcover'd
clime.

Rapt in celestial tranſport they,
Yet hither oft a glance from high
They ſend of tender ſympathy
To bleſs the place, where on their opening foul
Firstt the genuine ardor ſtole.

'Twas Milton ſtruck the deep-ton'd ſhell,
And, as the choral warblings round him ſwell,

Meek