155	Thus long ago,
156	Ere heaving bellows learn’d to blow,
157	While organs yet were mute;
158	Timotheus, to his breathing flute,
159	And sounding lyre,
160	Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
161	At last, divine Cecilia came,
162	Inventress of the vocal frame;
163	The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
164	Enlarg’d the former narrow bounds,
165	And added length to solemn sounds,
166	With nature’s mother wit, and arts unknown before.
167	Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
168	Or both divide the crown:
169	He rais’d a mortal to the skies;
170	She drew an angel down.

	GRAND CHORUS
171	At last, divine Cecilia came,
172	Inventress of the vocal frame;
173	The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
174	Enlarg’d the former narrow bounds,
175	And added length to solemn sounds,
176	With nature’s mother wit, and arts unknown before.
177	Let old Timotheus yield the prize,
178	Or both divide the crown:
179	He rais’d a mortal to the skies;
180	She drew an angel down.

¹John Dryden. Alexander’s Feast; or, The Power of musique. London: J. Tonson, 1697. PR 3415 A39 1697A ROBA