So, when the last and dreadful Hour This crumbling Pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And musick shall untune the Sky.
When thou dost shine, darkness looks white and fair, Forms turn to Musick, clouds to smiles and air; Rain gently spends his honey-drops, and pours Balm on the cleft earth, milk on grass and flowers. Bright pledge of peace and sun-shine! the sure tye Of thy Lord's hand, the object of his eye. When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distant, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from his glorious throne, And mindes the covenant 'twixt all and One.Henry Vaughan
Hear how the birds, on ev'ry blooming spray, With joyous Musick wake the dawning day!Alexander Pope
Sundaies observe: think when the bells do chime, 'Tis angel's Musick; therefore come not late.George Herbert