A Dialogue. Lute and Voice

L. Sing, Laura, sing, whilst silent are the sphears

     And all the eyes of Heaven are turn'd to ears.

V. Touch thy dead wood, and make each living tree

     Unchain its feet, take arms, and follow thee.

                        CHORUS.
     L. Sing. V. Touch. 0 Touch. L. 0 Sing.
     BOTH. It is the souls, souls sole offering.

V. Touch the divinity of thy chords, and make

     Each heart string tremble, and each sinew shake.

L. Whilst with your voyce you rarifie the air

     None but an host of angels hover here.

CHORUS. SING, TOUCH, &c.

V. Touch thy soft lute, and in each gentle thread

     The lyon and the panther captive lead.

L. Sing, and in heav'n inthrone deposed love

     Whilst angels dance, and fiends in order move.

                     DOUBLE CHORUS.
          What sacred charm may this then be
                    In harmonie,
          That thus can make the angels wild,
                    The devils mild,
          And teach<80.1> low hell to heav'n to swell,
          And the high heav'n to stoop to hell?

<80.1> Original and Singer read REACH.