gers inspired--
Yea, from lips and from fingers inspired.

_No. 2 Quartette and Chorus_

When, in her sacred fanes
God's daughter, sweet Religion, prays,
Euterpe's holier strains
Her thoughts from earth to heaven raise.
The organ notes sublime
Put every worldly dream to flight;
They sanctify the time,
And fill the place with hallowed light.

_No. 3 Soprano Solo_

Yea, and when that meek-eyed maiden
Men call Charity, comes fain
To raise up spirits, laden
With bleak poverty and pain:
Often, in her cause enlisted,
Music softens hearts like stones;
And the fallen are assisted
Through Euterpe's wondrous tones.

_No. 4 Orchestral Intermezzo_

_No. 5 Chorus_

Beautiful is Sound devoted
To all ends humane and high;
And its sweetness never floated
Like a thing unheeded by.
Power it has on souls encrusted
With the selfishness of years;
Yea, and thousands Mammon-rusted,
Hear it, feel it, leave in tears.

_No. 6 Choral Recitative
(Men's voices only)_

When on the battlefield, and in the sight
Of tens of thousands bent to smite and slay
Their human brothers, how the soldier's heart
Must leap at sounds of martial music, fired
With all that spirit that the patriot loves
Who seeks to win, or nobly fall, for home!

_No. 7 Triumphal March_

_No. 8 Funeral Chorus_

Slowly and mournfully moves a procession,
Wearing the signs
Of sorrow, through loss, and it halts like a shadow
Of death in the pines.
Come from the fane that is filled with God's presence,
Sad sounds and deep;
Holy Euterpe, she sings of our brother,
We listen and weep.
Death, like the Angel that passed over Egypt,
Struck at us sore;
Never again shall we turn at our loved one's
Step at the door.

_No. 9 Chorus
(Soprano voices only)_

But, passing from sorrow, the spirit
Of Music, a glory, doth rove
Where it lightens the features of beauty,
And burns through the accents of love--
The passionate accents of love.

_No. 10 Lullaby Song--Contralto_

The night-shades gather, and the sea
Sends up a sound, sonorous, deep;
The plover's wail comes down the lea;
By slope and vale the vapours weep,
And dew is on the tree;
And now where homest