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,
Your inftruments and voices join;
Harmony, peace, and sweet defire,
In every breast inspire.

Revive the melancholy drooping heart,
And foft repose to restless thoughts impart.
Appease the wrathful mind,

To dire revenge and death inclin'd:
With balmy founds his boiling blood affuage,
And melt to mild remorfe his burning rage.
'Tis done; and now tumultuous paffions ceafe;
And all is hufh'd, and all is peace.
weary world with welcome eafe is bleft,
By mufic lull'd to pleasing rest.

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!
Ah, foolish man, new toils requiring!
Curs'd ambition, strife pursuing,

Wakes the world to war and ruin.

See,

See, fee, the battle is prepar'd!
Behold, the hero comes !

Loud trumpets with fhrill fifes are heard ;
And hoarfe refounding drums.

War, with difcordant notes and jarring noise,
The harmony of peace deftroys.

CHORUS.

War, with difcordant notes and jarring noise,
The harmony of peace destroys.

VII.

See the forfaken fair, with ftreaming eyes
Her parting lover mourn;

She weeps, she sighs, despairs, and dies,
And watchful waftes the lonely livelong nights,
Bewailing paft delights

That may no more, no never more return.
O footh her cares

With fofteft, fweetest airs,

Till victory and peace reftore

Her faithful lover to her tender breast,
Within her folding arms to reft,
Thence never to be parted more,
No never to be parted more.

CHORUS.

Let victory and peace restore

Her faithful lover to her tender breast,
Within her folding arms to reft,
Thence never to be parted more,
No never to be parted more.

Enough,

VIII.

Enough, Urania, heavenly fair!

Now to thy native skies repair,
And rule again the starry sphere;
Cecilia comes, with holy rapture fill'd,
To eafe the world of care,

Cecilia, more than all the Mufes skill'd!
Phoebus himself to her muft yield,
And at her feet lay down

His golden harp and laurel crown.
The soft entervate lyre is drown'd
In the deep organ's more majestic sound.
In peals the fwelling notes ascend the skies;
Perpetual breath the swelling notes supplies,
And lafting as her name,

Who form'd the tuneful frame,
Th' immortal mufic never dies.

GRAND CHORUS.

Cecilia, more than all the Muses skill'd,
Phoebus himself to her must yield,
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 majestic found.
In peals the swelling notes afcend the skies;
Perpetual breath the fwelling notes fupplies,
And lafting as her name,

Who form'd the tuneful frame,
Th' immortal mufic never dies.

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,
And fuperftition o'er philofophy prevails.
Some heavenly minister we strait conclude,
Some angel-mind with female form endued,
To make a fhort abode on earth, was fent,
(Where no perfection can be permanent)
And, having left her bright example here,
Was quick recall'd, and bid to disappear.
Whether around the throne, eternal hymns
She fings, amid the choir of seraphims;

Or fome refulgent ftar informs, and guides,
Where fhe, the bleft intelligence, prefides;
Is not for us to know who here remain;
For 'twere as impious to enquire, as vain :
And all we ought, or can, in this dark state,
Is, what we have admir'd, to imitate.

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.