ON
A
LADY's
Singing
.
HOW
was
I
charm'd
,
when
fair
Harmonia
sung
!
What
heavenly
Sweetness
dwelt
upon
her
Tongue
!
What
melting
Joys
did
her
soft
Song
impart
!
Oh
Pow'r
of
Musick
,
on
a
tender
Heart
!
While
she
repeats
the
Lover's
ardent
Pains
,
My
sympathising
Soul
with
her
complains
:
Soft
flow
the
Tears
;
the
gentle
Sorrows
rise
,
And
my
full
Bosom
heaves
with
strug'ling
Sighs
:
But
when
a
faithful
,
generous
Pair's
her
Theme
;
When
in
soft
Sounds
she
sings
their
mutual
Flame
,
'Tis
then
I
feel
the
Lover's
soft
Excess
;
Share
in
their
Joy
,
and
triumph
in
their
Bliss
;
Wish
I
may
thus
to
Tenderness
be
moved
,
And
love
like
them
,
like
them
to
be
belov'd
:
Oh
say
,
bright
Virgin
,
by
what
powerful
Art
Thy
Song
gives
real
Raptures
to
the
Heart
,
And
makes
the
struggling
Soul
alternate
prove
The
Joys
of
true
,
and
Pangs
of
perjur'd
Love
:
A
Voice
less
fine
than
yours
the
Bard
possest
,
Whose
magick
Sweetness
moving
Trees
confest
.
On
Mortals
!
thy
superior
Skill
is
shown
,
And
Hearts
subdu'd
thy
greater
Power
own
.