Cecilia Plays the Organ

Twas not Cecilia’s notes alone,

That from the seraph circled throne,

Drew choirs of blessed angels down.

But ‘twas her heart with feeling fraught,

Her tender love, her heav’nly thought,

That such celestial inmates brought.

To you such mental concord[,] given,

Such sweet affection, spirits[, even,]

Must make your earthly home a Heavn..