Þarlova ja vén cayings ser lif,
The food will o fascy waits;

"//mich malin, Bid by hopes or fears, betray'd,
Arvae ad ragees, or to feon retreats.
M.The alone with fudden charms can bind

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,
Your inftruments and voices join;
Harmony, peace, and fweet défire,
In every breaft inspire.

Revive the melancholy drooping heart,
And foft repofe to reftlefs thoughts impart.
Appcafe the wrathful mind,

To dire revenge and death inclin❜d :
With balmy founds his boiling blood affuage,
And melt to mild remorfe his burning rage.
Tis done; and now tumultuous paffions ceafe;
And all is hufh'd, and all is peace.
The weary world with welcome cafe is bleft,
By mufic lull'd to pleafing rest.

CHORUS.

Tis done; and now tumultuous paffions cease;
And all is hufh'd, and all is peace.

The weary world with welcome cafe is bleft,
By mufic lull'd to pleafing reft.

VI.

Ah, fweet repofe, 'too foon expiring!
Ah, foolish man, new toils requiring!
Curs'd ambition, ftrife pursuing,
Wakes the world to war and ruin.

See,

See, fee, the battle is prepar'd!

Behold, the hero comes !

Loud trumpets with fhrill fifes are heard ;
And hoarfe refounding drums.

War, with difcordant notes and jarring noife,
The harmony of peace destroys.

CHORUS.

War, with difcordant notes and jarring noise,
The harmony of peace destroys.

VII.

See the forfaken fair, with ftreaming eyes
Her parting lover mourn;

She weeps, the fighs, despairs, and dies,
And watchful wastes the lonely livelong nights,
Bewailing paft delights

That may no more, no never more return.
O footh her cares

With fofteft, fwecteft airs,

Till victory and peace reftore

Her faithful lover to her tender breast,
Within her folding arms to rest,
Thence never to be parted more,
No never to be parted more.

CHORUS.

Let victory and peace reftore

Her faithful lover to her tender breaft,
Within her folding arms to reft,
Thence never to be parted more,
No never to be parted more.

Enough,

VIII.

Enough, Urania, heavenly fair!

Now to thy native skies repair,
And rule again the starry sphere ;
Cecilia comes, with holy rapture fill'd,
To eafe the world of care,

Cecilia, more than all the Muses skill'd !
Phoebus himself to her must yield,
And at her feet lay down

His golden harp and laurel crown.
The foft entervate lyre is drown'd
In the deep organ's more majestic sound.
In peals the fwelling notes ascend the skies;
Perpetual breath the fwelling notes fupplies,
And lafting as her name,

Who form'd the tuneful frame,
Th' immortal mufic never dies.

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.
The foft enervate lyre is drown'd
In the deep organ's more majestic sound.
In peals the fwelling notes ascend the skies;
Perpetual breath the swelling notes fupplies,
And lafting as her name,

Who form'd the tuneful frame,
Th' immortal mufic never dies.

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,

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