Spirits of peace that hover round,

Oh, chear his mortal sight !

Dispel with sweet responsive sound

The horrors of the night.

[Celestial music.

My aerial band, ar't ready?

Chorus of spirits. Ready.

Tow. To run, to swim, to fly, at my command?

Cho. Command. Tow. To run?

Cho. To run. Tow. To swim?

Cho. To swim. Tow. To fly ?

Cho. To fly.

Tow. At my command ?

Cho. Command.

Spirits appear.

Tow. His darling son with motion soft as Maoaian (7) gales, hither convey

My gentle spirits away.

Cho. Away!

[Disapea

(7) Western breezes.

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