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〈♫〉〈♫〉 WHile Orpheus in a hea—vy strain, and dole—ful Accents did complain, that his Eu—ri—di—ce was slain; the Trees to hear, ob—tain'd an Ear; the Trees to hear, ob—tain'd an Ear; which when the Harp was dumb, grew deaf a—gain; which when the Harp was dumb, grew deaf a—gain. If Wood can speak, a Tree may hear, if Wood can Sor—row e're en—dear, a Tree may drop an Amber tear; if Wood can tell true Grief so well, the Cypress may be-
moan the Bier; if Wood can tell true Grief so well, the Cypress may be- moan the Bier, the Cypress may bemoan the Bier. The standing Nobles of the Grove, finding dead Timber speak and move, the sa—tal Ax be—gan to love; and envy'd Death that gave such Breath, as Tunes the Voi-ces of the blest a—bove, as Tunes the Voi—ces of the blest a—bove.