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Hark those notes so sweetly sounding;

Cast aside your fabled lore:

Gods, in olden time abounding—

Let them go! their day is o'er.

None will comprehend your singing;

Nobler theme the age requires:

From the heart must flow, up-springing,

What to touch the heart aspires.

[She retires behind the rock.]