Spirit of beauty, and of heavenly song!
No longer seek in vain,‘ mid the loud throng,
‘ Mid the discordant tumults of mankind,
One spirit, gentle as thyself, to find.
Oh! listen, and suspend thy upward wings,
Listen — for, hark!‘ tis Caradori sings;
Hear, on the cadence of each thrilling note,
Airs scarce of earth, and sounds seraphic float!
See, in the radiant smile that lights her face;
See, in that form, a more than magic grace;
And say ( repaid for every labour past )
Beautiful spirit, thou art found at last!