CHORU S. Mufic alone with fudden charms can bind The wandering fenfe, and calm the troubled mind. V. Begin the powerful fong, ye facred Nine, Revive the melancholy drooping heart, To dire revenge and death inclin'd: The CHORUS. 'Tis done; and now tumultuous paffions ceafe; And all is hush'd, and all is peace. The weary world with welcome cafe is bleft, By mufic lull'd to pleasing reft. VI. Ah, fweet repofe, too foon expiring! Wakes the world to war and ruin. See, See, fee, the battle is prepar'd! Loud trumpets with fhrill fifes are heard ; War, with difcordant notes and jarring noise, CHORUS. War, with difcordant notes and jarring noise, VII. See the forfaken fair, with ftreaming eyes She weeps, she sighs, despairs, and dies, That may no more, no never more return. With fofteft, fweetest airs, Till victory and peace reftore Her faithful lover to her tender breast, CHORUS. Let victory and peace restore Her faithful lover to her tender breast, Enough, VIII. Enough, Urania, heavenly fair! Now to thy native skies repair, Cecilia, more than all the Mufes skill'd! His golden harp and laurel crown. Who form'd the tuneful frame, GRAND CHORUS. Cecilia, more than all the Muses skill'd, Who form'd the tuneful frame, A FTER a painful life in study spent, The learn'd themselves their ignorance lament; And aged men, whofe lives exceed the space Which feems the bound prefcrib'd to mortal race, With hoary heads, their fhort experience grieve, As doom'd to die before they've learn'd to live. So hard it is true knowledge to attain, So frail is life, and fruitless human pain! Whoe'er on this reflects, and then beholds, With strict attention, what this book unfolds, With admiration ftruck, fhall question who So very long could live, fo much to know? For fo complete the finish'd piece appears, That learning feems combin'd with length of years; And both improv'd by purest wit, to reach At all that study or that time can teach. But to what height must his amazement rise! When, having read the work, he turns his eyes Again to view the foremost opening page, And there the beauty, fex, and tender age, t Of Of her beholds, in whose pure mind arose Th' ætherial fource from whence this current flows! When prodigies appear, our reason fails, Or fome refulgent ftar informs, and guides, E PITA PH Upon ROBERT HUNTINGDON, of Stanton Harcourt, Efq. and ROBERT his Son. THIS peaceful tomb does now contain Father and fon, together laid; Whofe living virtues fhall remain, When they, and this, are quite decay'd. |