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Now with Furies furrounded,

Defpairing, confounded,

He trembles, he glows,

Amidst Rhodope's fnows:

See, wild as the winds, o'er the defarts he flies;
Hark! Haemus refounds with the Bacchanals cries
Ah fee, he dies!

Yet even in death Eurydice he fung,
Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue,
Eurydice, the woods,

Eurydice the floods,

Eurydice the rocks and hollow mountains rung,

Mufick the fierceft grief can charm,
And fate's feverest rage disarm:

Mufic can soften pain to ease,

And make despair and madness please :
Our joys below it can improve.

And antedate the blifs above.

This the divine Cecilia found,

And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found.
When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,
Th'nmortal powers incline their ear;
Born on the fwelling notes our fouls afpire,
While folemn airs improve the facred fire;

And angels lean from heaven to hear.
Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell,
To bright Cecilia greater power is given;
His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell,

Her's lift the foul to heaven.







YE fhades, where facred truth is fought;
Groves, where immortal fages taught:

Where heavenly visions Plato fir'd,

And Epicurus lay inspir'd!

In vain your guiltless laurels stood Unfpotted long with human blood. War, horrid war, your thoughtless walks invades, And fteel now glitters in the Mufes fhades.


Ch heaven-born fifters! fource of art!
Who charm the sense or mend the heart;
Who lead fair Virtue's train along,

Moral Truth and mystic Song !

To what new clime, what distant sky,
Forfaken, friendless fhall ye fly?

Say will ye bless the bleak Atlantic shore?
Or bid the furious Gaul be rude no more?


When Athens finks by fates unjust,
When wild Barbarians spurn her dust;

Perhaps even Britain's utmost shore

Shall ceafe to blush with strangers gore;
See arts her favage fons controul,

And Athens rising near the pole!

ill fome new tyrant lifts his purple hand, Und civil madness tears them from the land.


Ye Gods! what juftice rules the ball?
Freedom and arts together fall;
Fools grant whate'er ambition craves,
And men, once ignorant, are flaves.
Oh curs d effects of civil hate,

In every age, in every state!

Still, when the luft of tyrant power fucceeds,
Some Athens perishes, fome Tully bleeds,





OH tyrant Love! hast thou possest

The prudent, learn d and virtuous breaft?
Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,

And arts but foften us to feel thy flame.
Love, foft intruder, enters here,
But entering learns to be fincere.
Marcus with blushes owns he loves,
And Brutus tender!y reproves.

Why, Virtue, doft thou blame defire,
Which Nature has imprest?
Why Nature dost thou fooneft fire

The mild and generous breast?

Love's purer flames the Gods approve;
The Gods and Brutus bend to love:
Brutus for abfent Portia fighs,

And fterner Caffius melts at Junia's eyes.
What is loofe love? a transient gust,
Spent in a fudden storm of luft,
A vapour fed from wild defire,
A wandring, felf-consuming fire.
But Hymen's kinder flames unite;
And burn for ever one;

Chafte as cold Cynthia's virgin light,
Productive as the fun.


Oh fource of every focial tye,

United with, and mutual joy!

What various joys on one attend,
As fon, as father, brother, husband, friend?
Whether his hoary fire he fpies,
While thousand grateful thoughts arise ;
Or meets his fpoufe's fonder eye;

Or views his fmiling progeny;

What tender paffions take their turns,
What home-felt raptures move?

His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns,
With reverence, hope, and love.


Hence guilty joys, distastes, furmizes,
Hence falfe tears, deceits, difguifes,
Dangers, doubts, delays, furprizes;

Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine:
Pureft love s unwasting treasure,
Constant faith, fair hope long leifure,
Days of cafe, and nights of pleasure ;
Sacred Hymen! thefe are thine.

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