SONG.

WHile I listen to thy voice,
(Chloris) I feel my life decay,
That powerful noise
Calls my flitting soul away.
Oh! suppress that Magick sound,
Which destroys without a wound.
Peace Chloris, peace, or singing die;
That together you and I,
To Heaven may go:
For all we know,
Of what the blessed do above,
Is, that they sing, and that they love.