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See where an army covers all the ground,
How low the great, how feeble are the strong! · The foe prevails, the lofty walls recline
O God of hosts, the victory is Thine!
Chorus of ISRAELITES.
Thy vengeance be begun:
And let thy will be done.
Recitative. All, all is lost. The Syrian army fails, Cyrus, the conqueror of the world, prevails ! The ruin smokes, the torrent pours along,How low the proud, how feeble are the strong ! Save us, O Lord ! to thee, though late, we pray, And give repentance but an hour's delay.
First and Second PRIEST.
To heaven their praise bestow,
Before they feel the blow.
Recitative. Now, now's our time! ye wretches bold and blind, Brave but to God, and cowards to mankind ; Too late you seek that power unsought before, Your wealth, your pride, your kingdom, are no more.
Heaven, men, and all,
Now press thy fall,
Thy streets forlorn
To wilds shall turn,
He comes pursuant to divine decree,
Chorus of YOUTHS.
Sweeter from remember'd woes ;
Comes to give the world repose.
Chorus of Virgins.
Love and pleasure in his train ;
Comes to soften every pain.
Skill'd in every peaceful art;
Only binds the willing heart.
Let praise be given to all eternity;
Let us, and all, begin and end in Thee.
SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS
THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.
SPOKEN AND SUNG IN THE GREAT ROOM IN SOHO SQUARE,
TAURSDAY, FEB. 20, 1772.
The following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days ; and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius.
In justice to the composer, it may likewise be right to inform the public that the music was adapted in a period of time equally short.
MR. LEE AND MRS. BELLAMY.
MR. CHAMPNES, MR. DINE, AND MISS JAMESON. 'The music prepared and adapted by Signor Vento.
1 This poem was first printed by Mr. Chalmers from a copy given by Goldsmith to his friend, Joseph Cradock, Esq. of Gumley, author of Zobeide, &c., and lent to Mr. Chalmers by Mr. Nicholls. v. Br. Poets, vol. xvi. p. 509.