A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY. ROM harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began. When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay, And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Arise, ye more than dead! Then cold and hot, and moist and dry, In order to their stations leap, And music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, This universal frame began: From harmony to harmony, Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in man. O Miserere mine! WHEN the heathen trumpet's clang Round beleaguer'd Chester rang, March'd from Bangor's fair abbaye. On the long procession goes, O miserere Domine! Bands that masses only sung, O miserere Domine! Weltering amid warriors slain, Sing miserere Domine! Bangor! o'er the murder wail, SIR WALTER SCOTT. PRINTED BY PETTER AND GALPIN, BELLE SAUVAGE WORKS, LUDGATE HILL, E. C. |