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First Line: Touch not the harp of jesse's son
Last Line: And all be there of earth or heaven
Alternate Author Name(s): Aikin, Anna Letitia

Touch not the harp of Jesse's son,
Those strains may not by thee be won,
O Master of the lyre;
Touch not the Mount whose thunders dread
Astonished Israel heard, and fled
In smoke involved and fire.

In vain thy infant lips the Muse
Bathed largely in Castalian dews;
Those springs to thee are closed
Which welling out o'er pastures green
With living waters drest the scene
Where Judah's king reposed.

Forbear -- till time shall bring the hour
Thy softened heart shall feel a power
To touch thy lips with fire,
And all be there of earth or heaven

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