THE POWER OF MUSIC

by: John Fletcher

      RPHEUS with his lute made trees,
      And the mountain-tops that freeze,
      Bow themselves when he did sing:
      To his music plants and flowers
      Ever sprung; as sun and showers
      There had made a lasting spring.
       
      Everything that heard him play,
      Even the billows of the sea,
      Hung their heads, and then lay by.
      In sweet music is such art,
      Killing care and grief of heart
      Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.

'The Power of Music' was originally published in King Henry VIII (1623).

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