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AN ODE TO MUSIC: 9 by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL

First Line: EUTERPE GLANCED HER FINGERS O'ER HER LUTE
Last Line: FLUTTERING LIKE FAYS THAT FLIT IN LUNA'S SOFTENED GLOW.
Subject(s): MUSIC & MUSICIANS;
Euterpe glanced her fingers o'er her lute,
And lightly waked it to a cheerful strain,
Then laid it by, and took the mellow flute,
Whose softly flowing warble filled the plain:
It was a lay that roused the drooping soul,
And bade the tear of sorrow cease to flow;
From shady woods the Nymphs enchanted stole,
While laughing Cupids bent the silver bow,
Fluttering like fays that flit in Luna's softened glow.



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