Such music (as 'tis said)
Before was never made
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While the Creator great
His constellations set
And the well-balanced world on hinges hung;
And cast the dark deep,
And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Before was never made
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While the Creator great
His constellations set
And the well-balanced world on hinges hung;
And cast the dark deep,
And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Golden Treasury
