IV. But in your eyes, oh! there's the fpell, ON THE YOUNG STATESMEN. CLA LARENDON had law and fenfe, But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory, To be repeated like John Dory, Protect us, mighty Providence, What wou'd thefe madmen have? First, they would bribe us without pence, And without pow'r enflave. * Shall free-born men, in humble awe, Submit to fervile shame; Who from confent and custom draw The duke shall wield his conq'ring fword, And then, come kifs my breech. So have I seen a king on chefs His (His rooks and knights withdrawn, queen and bishops in distress) Shifting about, grow lefs and lefs, With here and there a pawn. A SONG FOR St. CECILI A's Day, 1687. FR I. ROM harmony, from heav'nly harmony When nature underneath a heap And cou'd not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Then cold, and hot, and moift, and dry, From harmony, from heav'nly harmony This univerfal frame began: From harmony to harmony Thro all the compafs of the notes it ran, II. What paffion cannot Mufic raise and quell! To worship that celestial found. Lefs than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell, That spoke so sweetly and fo well. What paffion cannot Mufic raise and quell? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With fhrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thund'ring drum Cries, hark! the foes come; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The foft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whofe dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. V. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and defperation, Depth of pains, and height of passion, VI. But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The facred organ's praise ? Notes infpiring holy love, Notes that wing their heav'nly ways To mend the choirs above. VII. Orpheus cou'd lead the favage race; But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher : Grand CHORUS. As from the pow'r of facred lays |