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reflecting what a mighty store was laid of rich materials, and a model made: the cost already furnish'd; so bestow'd,', as more was never to one soul allow'd: yet, after this profusion spent in vain, nothing but mouldering ashes to remain, I guess not, lest I spilt upon the shelf, yet, durst I guess, heaven kept it for himself; and giving us the use, did soon recal, ere we could spare, the mighty principal.

Thus then he disappear'd, was rarify'd; for 't is improper speech to say he dy'd: he was exhald; his great Creator drew his spirit, as the sun the morning dew. 'Tis sin produces death; and he had none but the taint Adam left on every son. He added not, he was so pure, so good, 't was but th' original forfeit of his blood : and that so little, that the river ran more clear than the corrupted fount began. Nothing remain'd of the first muddy clay; the length of course had wash'd it in the way; so deep, and yet so clear, we might behold the gravel bottom, and that bottom gold.

As such we lov’d, admir'd, almost ador'd, gave all the tribute mortals could afford, perhaps we gave so much, the powers above grew angry at our superstitious love: for when we more than human homage pay, the charming cause is justly snatch'd away.

Thus was the crime not his, but our's alone: and yet we murmur that he went so soon; tho' miracles are short and rarely shown.

Hear then, ye mournful parents, and divide

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that lore in many, which in one was tyd. That individual blessing is no more, but multiply'd in your remaining store, the flames dispers’d, but does not all expire; the sparkles blaze, tho' not the globe of fire. Love him by parts, in all your numerous race, and from those parts form one collected grace ; then, when you have refin’d to that degree, imagine all in one, and think that one is he.

A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY, 1687: From harmony, from heavenly harmony

this universal frame began: when nature underneath a heap

of jarring atoms lay,

and could not heave her head, the tuneful voice was heard from high,

arise, ye more than dead. Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry, in order to their stations leap,

and Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony,

this universal frame began:

from harmony to harmony
through all the compass of the notes it ran,
the dispason closing full in Man.
What passion cannot Music raise and quell!

when Jubal struck the chorded shell,
his listening brethren stood around,
and, wond'ring, on their faces fell

to worship that celestial sound. Less than a God they thought there could not dwell

within the hollow of that shell,

that spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell ?

The trumpet's loud clangor

excites us to arms,
with sbrill notes of anger

and mortal alarms.
The double double double beat :

of the thundering drum :: . cries, hark! the foes come;. . . charge, charge, 't is too late to retreats,

. The soft complaining flute ! " i in dying notes discovers'..

the woes of hopeless lovers, whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.

Sharp violins proclaim their jealous pangs, and desperation, fury, frantic indignation, depth of pains, and height of passion,

for the fair, disdainful dame. But oh! what art can teach,

what human voice can reach the sacred organ's praise? vi Notes inspiring holy love, . notes that wing their heavenly ways

to mend the choirs above. Orpheus could lead the savage jace;. . and trees uprooted left their place,

sequacious of the lyre: but bright Cecilia rais’d the wonder higher: when to her organ vocal breath was given, an angel heard and straight appear'd . : mistaking earth for heaven.

GRAND CHORUS.
As from the power of sacred lays,

the spheres began to move, and sung the great Creator's praise.

to all the bless'd above; so when the last and dreadful hour this crumbling pageant shall devour, the trumpet shall be heard on high, the dead shall live, the living die, and Music shall untune the sky.

ALEXANDER'S FEAST:

OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC.
An Ode in honour of St. Cecilia's Day.

'T was at the royal feast, for Persia won

by Philip's warlike son:
aloft in awful state
the godlike hero sate

on his imperial throne: his valiant peers were plac'd around; their brows with roses and with inyrtles bound.

(So should desert in arms be crown'd:)
the lovely Thais, by his side,
sate like a blooming Eastern bride,
in flower of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair !
none but the brave,
noue but the brave,

none but the brave deserves the fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair ! &e. Timotheus, plac'd on high

amid the tuneful quire,

with flying fingers touch'd the lyre: the trembling notes ascend the sky,

and heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, who left his blissful seats above, (such is the power of mighty love.)

CHORUS.

A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god:
sublime on radiant spires he rode,

when he to fair Olympia press’d:";

and while he sought her snowy breast:
then, round her slender waist he curl'd,
and stamp'd an image of himself, a sovereign of

the world.
The listening croud admire the lofty sound,
a present deity, they shout around:
a present deity the vaulted roofs rebound:

with ravish'd ears
the monarch hears,
assumes the god,

affects to nod,
and seems to shake the spheres.

With ravish'd ears
the monarch hears,
assumes the god,

affects to nod,

and seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung

of Bacchus ever fair and ever young; [sung

the jolly god in triumph comes;
sound the trumpets; beat the drums;

Aush'd with a purple grace

he shews his honest fące: now give the hautboys breath; becomes, he comes!

Bacchus, ever fair and young,

drinking joys did first ordain; Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, drinking is the soldier's pleasurez

rich the treasure,

sweet the pleasure, sweet is pleasure after pain.

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