Besoothe

Attracting downward some responsive grace Or balm which heal'd him, like the hand of God: Or haply music, (like the lyre of old, Tuned into magic by the sweeping touch Of David, when he charm'd the fiend from Saul,) Besoothed the spirit; till o'er all his frame A lulling softness exquisitely crept, And he was cradled in the charm of sound.

Nature then with rapture trembles, Music flows divine along To besoothe our restless feeling By the magic thrill of song.