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Celestial Spell (Original title, "To Miss Nannie B")
Poem, Daniel Bedinger Lucas - Music, Terry Tucker

What star presided at thy birth, beneath whose soft, celestial spell, Down-trembling to the charmed earth, the very soul of music fell?

Like Echo, or young Sybalis, or note preserved from Orphic plaint,
Thou art a Voice, sweet Cantatrice, thy physique but a supplement.

As all the tints in mingled throng produce White Light in purity,
So all the elements of Song combine to form thy minstrelsy,
Priestess elect of Melody, eldest and dearest of the arts,
Wed music still to Poesie, before the altars of our hearts.

And lift our souls to ecstasy, until from hearing thee we’re taught,
That Song’s akin to prophecy, a far diviner gift than Thought.