IV.
But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell,
Who can see them, and not rebel ?
You make us captives by your stay,
Yet kill us if you go away.

II.

ON THE YOUNG STATESMEN'

CLARI

LARENDON had law and sense,

Clifford was fierce and brave; Bennet's grave look was a pretence, And Danby's matchless impudence

Help'd to support the knave. But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory, These will

appear

such chits in story, 'Twill turn all politicks to jefts, To be repeated like John Dory,

When fidlers fing at feasts.
Protect us, mighty Providence,

What would these madmen have?
First, they would bribe us without pence, ,
Deceive us without common sense,
And without

power

enslave.. Shall free-born men, in humble awe,

Submit to servile shame; Who from confent and custom draw The same right to be ruld by law,

Which kings pretend to reign

The

The duke shall wield his conquering sword,

The chancellor make a speech, The king fhall pass his honest word, The pawn'd revenue fums afford,

And then, come kiss my breech. So have I seen a king on chess

(His rooks and knights withdrawn, His queen and bishops in distress) ) Shifting about, grow less and less,

With here and there a pawn..

FROM

III.
A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY, 1687.

I.
ROM harmony, from heavenly harmony

This universal frame began:
When nature underneath a heap

Of jarring atoms lay,

And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high,

Arise, ye more than dead.
Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,

And Music's power obey.
From harmony, from heavenly harmony,

This universal frame began:

From harmony to harmony
Through all the compass of the notes it ran,
The diapason closing full in Man.

What

II.
What passion cannot Music raise and quell!

When Jubal struck the chorded shell,
His liftening brethren stood around,
And, wond'ring, on their faces fell

To worship that celestial found.
Less than a God they thought there could not dwell

Within the hollow of that shell,

That spoke so sweetly and so well.
What passion cannot Music raise and quell?

III.
The trumpet's loud clangor

Excites us to arms,
With shrill notes of anger

And mortal alarms.
The double double double beat

Of the thundering drum
Cries, hark! the foes come;
Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreate

IV.
The soft complaining flute
In dying notes discovers

The woes of hopeless lovers,
Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.

V.
Sharp violins proclaim
Their jealous pangs, and desperation,
Fury, frantic indignation,
Depth of pains, and height of passion,

For the fair, disdainful dame.

But

VI.
But oh! what art can teach,

What human voice can reach,
The sacred organ's praise?
Notes inspiring holy love,
Notes that wing their ho enly ways
To mend the choirs above.

VII.
Orpheus could lead the favage race;
And trees uprooted left their place,

Sequacious of the lyre:
But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher:
When to her organ vocal breath was given,
An angel heard, and straight appear'd

Miftaking earth for heaven.

GRAND CHORUS As from the power of facred lays,

The Spheres began to move,
And
sung the great Creator's praise

To all the bless'd above;
So when the last and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant fall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead shall live, the living die,
And Music fball untune the sky.

THE IV. The TEARS of AMYNTA, for the DEATH of DAMOX

ON

SON G.

I.
N a bank, beside a willow,

Heaven her covering, earth her pillow,
Sad Amynta figh'd alone:
From the chearless dawn of morning
Till the dews of night returning,
Sighing thus she made her moan:

Hope is banishid,

Joys are vanishid, Damon, my belov'd, is gone!

II. Time, I dare thee to discover Such a youth, and such a lover; Oh! so true, so kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature; Damon liv'd alone for me;

Melting kisses,

Murmuring blisses :
Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we!

III.
Never shall we curse the morning,
Never bless the night returning,
Sweet embraces to restore:
Never shall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, Love supplying