So, when the last and dreadful Hour This crumbling Pageant shall devour, The TRUMPET shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And MUSICK shall untune theSky. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
…So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour, The trumpet shall be heard on high, The dead shall live, the living die, And Music shall untune the sky — John Dryden Copy Share Image
