Classic Poem

So Great the Force of Harmony,
That sure, O Death! it would have conquer'd thee,
Made thee, who conquer'st all
An humble Captive fall;
Hadst thou not first, in rigid Bands
Chain'd down her soft melodious Hands,
And stole thy Victory.
Invading next her Tongue!
That Tongue, which could so well dispence
Wisdom's most pow'rful Eloquence;
Few were its Words, yet all of wond'rous Force
For Truth, and Wisdom must be Conquerours,
This, next, the Tyrant made his Prey,
And Silence did command,
Dumb! the instructive Organ lay,
Touch'd by his Iron Hand.
Nor parting Word, could speak, for our Relief,
Yet with condoling Eyes, she seem'd to feel our Grief.