Classic Poem

Hail! unexhausted source of harmony,
Thou glorious chief of Phoebus tuneful sons,
In whom the knowledge of all magick numbers
Or sound melodious does concentred dwell.
The envy and the wonder of mankind
Must terminate, but never can thy lays;
For when, absorb'd in elemental flame,
This world shall vanish, musick shall exist.
Then thy sweet strains, to native skies returning,
Shall breathe in songs of seraphims and angels,
Commixt and lost in harmony eternal,
That fills all Heaven....