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And, ſtretching wide each ebon wing,

Firſt in low whiſpers tries to ſing;

Then ſounds his clarion loud, and thrills

The moon-bright lawns, and hadowy hills.

Silent the choral Fays attend,

And then their ſilver voices blend, Each[hining thread of ſound prolong, And weave the magic woof of ſong. Pleaſed Philomela takes her ſtand

On high, and leads the Fairy band, Pours ſweet at intervals her Krain,

And guides with beating wing the train. Whilft interrupted Zephyrs bear Hoarſe murmurs from the diſtant wear; And at each pauſe is heard the ſwell

Of Echo's ſoft ſymphonious ſhell.