But fure and fudden be their just remorse; Though Jove feem'd negligent of human cares, HYMN to the SUN. Set by Dr. H. PURCELL. And intended to be fung before their MAJESTIES on New-year's day, 1693-4. I. LIGHT of the world, and ruler of the year, And, as thou doft thy radiant journies run, That in fair Albion thou haft feen The greateft prince, the brighteft queen, That ever fav'd a land, or bleft a throne, Since first thy beams were spread, or genial power was known. II. So may thy godhead be confeft, As As his infant months beftow Springing wreaths for William's brow; As his fummer's youth fhall fhed Eternal fweets around Maria's head. From the bleffings they beftow, Our times are dated, and our æra's move : They govern and enlighten all below, As thou doft all above. III. Let our hero in the war Active and fierce, like thee, appear: Like thee, great fon of Jove, like thee When, clad in rising majesty, Thou marcheft down o'er Delos' hills confeft, With all thy arrows arm'd, in all thy glory dreft. Like thee, the hero does his arms employ, The raging Python to destroy, And give the injur’ď nations IV. peace and joy. From faireft years, and time's more happy ftores, Gather all the smiling hours ; Such as with friendly care have guarded Such as ftory has recorded V. March V. March them again in fair array, And bid them form the happy day, With great event, and fair fuccefs; No brighter in the year be found, But that which brings the victor home in peace. VI. Again thy godhead we implore, Great in wifdom as in power; Again, for good Maria's fake, and ours, O'er forming laws, and empires rifing; Hand in hand a goodly train, To blefs the great Eliza's reign; What fuller blifs Maria fhall beftow. VII. As the folemn hours advance, Mingled fend into the dance Many fraught with all the treasures, That That great Maria all those joys may know, Which, from her cares, upon her subjects flow.. For thy own glory fing our fovereign's praise, Let all thy tuneful fons adorn Their lafting work with William's name; Take great Maria for their future theme: Nor fear they can exhauft the ftore, Till thou, great god, fhalt lofe thy double power, And touch thy lyre, and fhoot thy beams no more. The LADY'S LOOKING - GLASS. CELIA and I the other day Walk'd o'er the fand-hills to the fea : The fetting fun adorn'd the coast, With fecret joy I heard her fay, That she would never mifs one day A walk fo fine, a fight fo-gay. But, oh the change! the winds grow high; Once more at least look back, faid I. But when vain doubt and groundless fear } |