Þarlova ja vén cayings ser lif, "//mich malin, Bid by hopes or fears, betray'd, The wandering fenfe, and calm the troubled mind. CHO CHORU s. Mufic alone with fudden charms can bind The wandering fenfe, and calm the troubled mind. V. Begin the powerful fong, ye facred Nine, Revive the melancholy drooping heart, To dire revenge and death inclin❜d : CHORUS. Tis done; and now tumultuous paffions cease; The weary world with welcome cafe is bleft, VI. Ah, fweet repofe, 'too foon expiring! See, See, fee, the battle is prepar'd! Behold, the hero comes ! Loud trumpets with fhrill fifes are heard ; War, with difcordant notes and jarring noife, CHORUS. War, with difcordant notes and jarring noise, VII. See the forfaken fair, with ftreaming eyes She weeps, the fighs, despairs, and dies, That may no more, no never more return. With fofteft, fwecteft airs, Till victory and peace reftore Her faithful lover to her tender breast, CHORUS. Let victory and peace reftore Her faithful lover to her tender breaft, Enough, VIII. Enough, Urania, heavenly fair! Now to thy native skies repair, Cecilia, more than all the Muses skill'd ! His golden harp and laurel crown. Who form'd the tuneful frame, GRAND CHORUS. Cecilia, more than all the Muses skill'd, Phoebus himself to her muft yield, And at her feet lay down His golden harp and laurel crown. Who form'd the tuneful frame, RELIQUIE GETHINIANE. AFTER a painful life in study spent, The learn'd themfelves their ignorance lament, And aged men, whofe lives exceed the space Which feems the bound prefcrib'd to mortal race, With hoary heads, their fhort experience grieve, As doom'd to die before they've learn'd to live. So hard it is true knowledge to attain, So frail is life, and fruitlefs human pain! Whoe'er on this reflects, and then beholds, With strict attention, what this book unfolds, With admiration struck, shall question who So very long could live, fo much to know? For fo complete the finish'd piece appears, That learning feems combin'd with length of years; And both improv'd by purest wit, to reach At all that study or that time can teach. But to what height muft his amazement rise ! When, having read the work, he turns his eyes Again to view the foremost opening page, And there the beauty, fex, and tender age, of |