HUSH! Hush! those lips unclos'd, I hear Irene's song salute mine ear. Hush! Hush! now, listening all to her, Let neither branch nor flow'ret stir. Ye sparrows! on the elm tree bough, Be still, ye restless chirpers, now; Be silent every shepherd's flute; Silvanus! listen and be mute. See! Brenta smooths his ruffled tide, See! calmly now the waters glide, See! opening flowers bedeck the ground, See! greener turf springs up around. No idle tales were they which told How music tam'd the brutes of old, No lying fables were they, those Which told how Theban walls arose. |