SONG, IN ALBION AND ALBANIUS. ALBION, lov'd of gods and men, II. Still thou art the care of heaven, In thy age, when none could aid thee, Still thou art the care of heaven. 5 10 SONG, IN KING ARTHUR, Where a battle is supposed to be given behind the scenes, with drums, trumpets, and military fhouts and excurfions; after which, the Britons, expreffing their joy for the victory, fing this fong of triumph. COME, if you dare, our trumpets sound ; We come, we come, we come, we come, Now they charge on amain, Now they rally again: The gods from above the mad labour behold, Now the victory's won, To the plunder we run: 5 10 We return to our laffes like fortunate traders, Triumphant with spoils of the vanquish'd in vaders. 16 SONG, IN KING ARTHUR. Man fings. OH fight, the mother of defires, What charming objects doft thou yield! 'Tis fweet, when tedious night ex pires, To fee the rofy morning gild The mountain-tops, and paint the field! But when Clarinda comes in fight, 5 She makes the fummer's day more bright; And when he goes away, 'tis night. Chor. When fair Clarinda comes in fight, &c. Wom. fings. 'Tis fweet the blushing morn to view; And plains adorn'd with pearly dew: But fuch cheap delights to fee, Heaven and nature Give each creature ; They have eyes, as well as we; This is the joy, all joys above, That only fhe, That only the we love! Chor. This is the joy, all joys above, &c. 10 15 SONG, IN KING ARTHUR. TWO daughters of this aged stream are we ; And both our fea-green locks have comb'd for thee; Come bathe with us an hour or two, Come naked in, for we are fo: What danger from a naked foe? Come bathe with us, come bathe and share, What pleasures in the floods appear; And circle round, around. 5 10 SONGS TO BRITANNIA, IN KING ARTHUR. SONG I. YE bluftering brethren of the skies, Whose breath has ruffled all the watry plain, Retire, and let Britannia rife, In triumph o'er the main. appear: Serene and calm, and void of fear, 5 10 To hollow rocks, your ftormy feat; threat. 15 |