Charles Hubert Hastings Parry - By Music - текст песни (слова)

By Music, minds an equal temper know, 
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low. 
If in the breast tumultuous joys arise, 
Music her soft, assuasive voice applies; 
Or, when the soul is press'd with cares, 
Exalts her in enlivening airs. 
Warriors she fires with animated sounds; 
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds; 
Melancholy lifts her head, 
Morpheus rouses from his bed, 
Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes, 
Listening Envy drops her snakes; 
Intestine war no more our passions wage, 
And giddy factions hear away their rage. 

 Lyrics: Alexander Pope - Ode to Saint Cecelia's Day - (1708)