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HYMN TO THE SUN.
SET BY DR PURCELL. AND INTENDED TO BE SUNG BEFORE THEIR MAJESTIES ON NEW-YEAR'S DAY,
1 Light of the world, and ruler of the year,
With happy speed begin thy great career;
And, as thou dost thy radiant journeys run,
Through every distant climate own,
That in fair Albion thou hast seen
The greatest prince, the brightest queen, That ever saved a land, or blessed a throne, Since first thy beams were spread, or genial power
2 So may thy godhead be confessed,
So the returning year be blest,
As his infant months bestow
Springing wreaths for William's brow;
As his summer's youth shall shed
Eternal sweets around Maria's head:
From the blessings they bestow,
Our times are dated, and our eras move; They govern and enlighten all below,
As thou dost all above.
Let our hero in the war
Active and fierce, like thee, appear;
Like thee, great son of Jove, like thee,
When clad in rising majesty,
Thou marchest down o'er Delos' hills confessed,
With all thy arrows armed, in all thy glory dressed.
Like thee, the hero does his arms employ,
The raging Python to destroy,
And give the injured nations peace and joy.
4 From fairest years, and Time's more happy stores,
Gather all the smiling hours;
Such as with friendly care have guarded
Patriots and kings in rightful wars;
Such as with conquest have rewarded
Triumphant victors' happy cares:
Such as story has recorded
Sacred to Nassau's long renown,
For countries saved, and battles won.
March them again in fair array,
And bid them form the happy day,
The happy day designed to wait
On William's fame, and Europe's fate.
Let the happy day be crowned
With great event, and fair success;
No brighter in the year be found,
But that which brings the victor home in peace.
Again thy godhead we implore,
Great in wisdom as in power;
Again, for good Maria's sake, and ours,
Choose out other smiling hours;
Such as with joyous wings have fled,
When happy counsels were advising;
Such as have lucky omens shed
O'er forming laws, and empires rising ;
Such as many courses ran,
Hand in hand, a goodly train,
To bless the great Eliza's reign;
And in the typic glory show,
What fuller bliss Maria shall bestow.
As the solemn hours advance,
Mingled send into the dance
Many fraught with all the treasures,
Which thy eastern travel views;
Many winged with all the pleasures,
Man can ask, or Heaven diffuse;
That great Maria all those joys may know,
Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow.
8 For thy own glory sing our sovereign's praise,
God of verses and of days;
Let all thy tuneful sons adorn
Their lasting work with William's name;
Let chosen Muses yet unborn
Take great Maria for their future theme.
Eternal structures let them raise,
On William's and Maria's praise;
Nor want new subject for the song;
Nor fear they can exhaust the store,
Till Nature's music lies unstrung; Till thou, great God, shalt lose thy double power; And touch thy lyre, and shoot thy beams no more.
THE LADY'S LOOKING-GLASS.
IN IMITATION OF AN IDYLLIUM OF MOSCHUS.
Celia and I the other day
Walked o'er the sand-hills to the sea;
The setting sun adorned the coast,
His beams entire, his fierceness lost;
And on the surface of the deep,
The winds lay only not asleep.
The nymph did like the scene appear,
Serenely pleasant, calmly fair;
Soft fell her words, as flew the air:
With secret joy I heard her say,
That she would never miss one day
A walk so fine, a sight so gay.
But, oh the change! the winds grow high;
Impending tempests charge the sky;
The lightning flies; the thunder roars;
And big waves lash the frightened shores.
Struck with the horror of the sight,
She turns her head, and wings her flight;
And trembling vows, she 'll ne'er again
Approach the shore, or view the main.
Once more at least look back, said I;
Thyself in that large glass descry;
When thou art in good humour dressed,
When gentle reason rules thy breast,
The sun upon the calmest sea
Appears not half so bright as thee.
'Tis then, that with delight I rove
Upon the boundless depth of love;
I bless my chain, I hand my oar;
Nor think on all I left on shore.
But when vain doubt, and groundless fear
Do that dear foolish bosom tear;
When the big lip, and watery eye
Tell me, the rising storm is nigh;
'Tis then, thou art yon angry main,
Deformed by winds, and dashed by rain;
And the poor sailor, that must try
Its fury, labours less than I.
Shipwrecked, in vain to land I make;
While Love and Fate still drive me back;
Forced to dote on thee thy own way,
I chide thee first, and then obey.
Wretched when from thee, vexed when nigh, 43
I with thee, or without thee, die !
BY MRS ELIZABETH SINGER.1
While from the skies the ruddy sun descends,
And rising night the evening shade extends ;
While pearly dews o'erspread the fruitful field,
And closing flowers reviving odours yield;
Let us, beneath these spreading trees, recite
What from our hearts our Muses may indite;
Nor need we, in this close retirement, fear,
Lest any swain our amorous secrets hear.
To every shepherd I would mine proclaim; Since fair Aminta is my softest theme: A stranger to the loose delights of love, My thoughts the nobler warmth of friendship prove; And, while its pure and sacred fire I sing, Chaste goddess of the groves, thy succour bring.
Propitious God of Love, my breast inspire
With all thy charms, with all thy pleasing fire;
Propitious God of Love, thy succour bring,
Whilst I thy darling, thy Alexis sing.
Alexis, as the opening blossoms fair,
Lovely as light, and soft as yielding air.
? Afterwards Mrs Elizabeth Rowe, celebrated then-now nearly for rotten. Her most popular work was entitled, ‘Letters from the Dead to the Livin'..'