V. Begin the pow'rful fong, ye facred Nine! Harmony, peace, and sweet defire, In ev'ry breast inspire: Revive the melancholy drooping heart, And foft repofe to reftless thoughts in part. To dire revenge and death inclin'd; With balmy founds his boiling blood affuage, 60 65 'Tis done; and now tumultuous paffions ceafe, 70 And all is hufh'd, and all is peace: The weary world with welcome eafe is bleft, By mufick lull'd to pleasing rest. CHORUS. ""Tis done; and now tumultuous paffions cease, "And all is hufh'd, and all is peace: 75 "The weary world with welcome eafe is bleft, Wakes the world to war and rui 1. Behold the hero comes! Loud trumpets with fhrill fifes are heard, 85 L War, with difcordant notes and jarring noise, CHORUS. "War, with difcordant notes and jarring noise, "The harmony of Peace deftroys." VII. See the forfaken fair, with streaming eyes, Her parting lover mourn; She weeps, the fighs, defpairs, and dies, And watchful waftes the lonely livelong nights 90 That may no more, no, never more, return. 95 "Within her folding arms to reft, "Thence never to be parted more, "No, never to be parted more." VIII. Enough, Urania! heav'nly fair! And rule again the starry sphere; To ease the world of care. Cecilia! more than all the Mufes fkill'd! And at her feet lay down His golden harp and laurel crown. The foft enervate lyre is drown'd 110 115 In the deep organ's more majestick found. Who form'd the tuneful frame, 120 Th' immortal mufick never dies. GRAND CHORUS. "Cecilia! more than all the Mufes fkill'a! "Phœbus himself to her muft yield, 125 "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 majestick found. "In peals the fwelling notes afcend the skics, 130 "Perpetual breath the swelling notes supplies, "And, lafting as her name "Who form'd the tuneful frame, 66 'Th' immortal mufick never dies." 134 Occafioned on a LADY'S Having writ VERSES IN COMMENDATION OF A POEM which was written in praife of another lady. HARD is the talk, and bold the advent'rous flight, Of him who dares in praife of Beauty write, For when to that high theme our thoughts afcend, 'Tis to detract, too poorly to commend: And he who, praising Beauty, does no wrong, May boaft to be successful in his fong; But when the fair themselves approve his lays, And one accepts, and one vouchsafes to praise, His wide ambition knows no farther bound, 5 Nor can his Mufe with brighter fame be crown'd. 10 VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF GRACE, LADY GETHIN, Occafioned by reading her Book, entitled RELIQUIE GETHINIANE. AFTER a painful life in study spent, The learn'd themfelves their ignorance lament; |