Music For A While

Music For A While

Henry Purcell

Music for a while.
Shall all your cares beguile:
Wondering how your pains were eas’d.
And disdaining to be pleas’d,
Till Alecto free the dead.
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands.

Music For A While

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