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Large was his bounty, and his foul fincere, Heav'n did a recompence as largely send : He gave to Mis'ry, all he had, a tear; He gain'd from Heav'n ('twas all he wish'd) friend.

No farther feek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike † in trembling hope re

pofe,)

The bofom of his Father and his God.

+ "-----paventofa fpe me."

Petrarch. Son. 114.

Perform'd in the Senate-houfe in CAMBRIDGE, July 1, 1769, at the inftallation of AUGUSTUS-HENRY Duke of GRAFTON, Chancellor of the Univerfity.

Set by Dr. RANDAL, Mufic Profeffor.

ENCE! avaunt! 'tis holy ground,
Comus and his midnight crew,
And Ignorance, with looks profound,
And dreaming Sloth, of pallid hue;
Mad Sedition's cry profane,
Servitude that hugs her chain;
Nor, in the confecrated bowers,

Let painted Flatt'ry hide her ferpent train in flow'rs.

CHORUS.

Nor Envy base, nor creeping Gain,
Dare the Muses walk to stain ;
While bright-ey'd Science walks around,
Hence! avaunt! 'tis holy ground.

RECITATIVE.

From yonder realms of empyrian day, Bursts on my ear th' indignant lay! There fit the fainted fage, the bard divine, The few whom Genius gave to fhine, Thro' every unborn age and undiscover'd

clime;

Rapt in celeftial transport they :

Yet higher oft a glance from high
They fend of tender fympathy,

To blefs the place, where on their op'ning foul

Firft the genuine ardor ftole;

"Twas Milton ftruck the deep-ton'd shell, And as the choral warblings round him

fwell,