Or, when the foul is prefs'd with cares, Warriors the fires with animated founds; Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds: Morpheus rouzes from his bed, Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes, Lift'ning Envy drops her fnakes ; 30 Inteftine war no more our Paffions wage, III. 35 But when our Country's cause provokes to Arms, How martial mufic ev'ry bofom warms! So when the firft bold veffel dar'd the feas, High on the ftern the Thracian rais'd his ftrain, While Argo faw her kindred trees Defcend from Pelion to the main. Tranfported demi-gods ftood round, 40 Enflam'd with glory's charms : Each chief his fev'nfold fhield difplay'd, 45 And half unsheath'd the shining blade: And feas, and rocks, and skies rebound To arms, to arms, to arms! IV. But when thro' all th' infernal bounds, Love, ftrong as Death, the Poet led What founds were heard, What scenes appear'd, O'er all the dreary coafts! Dreadful gleams, Difmal fcreams, Fires that glow, Shrieks of woe, Sullen moans, Hollow groans, And cries of tortur'd ghosts! 50 55 60 But hark! he strikes the golden lyre; See, fhady forms advance ! Thy ftone, O Sifyphus, ftands ftill, And the pale fpe&res dance! The Furies fink upon their iron beds, 65 And fnakes uncurl'd hang lift'ning round their heads. V. By the streams that ever flow, Or Amaranthine bow'rs; Restore, restore Eurydice to life: Oh take the husband, or return the wife! He fung, and hell confented To hear the Poet's prayer: O'er death, and o'er hell, A conqueft how hard and how glorious! Tho' fate had faft bound her With Styx nine times round her, Yet mufic and love were victorious. 71 75 80 85 90 VI. But foon, too foon, the lover turns his eyes: No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love. Now under hanging mountains, Befide the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in Mæanders, All alone, Unheard, unknown, And calls her ghost, 95 100 For ever, ever, ever loft! 105 Now with Furies furrounded, Defpairing, confounded, He trembles, he glows, Amidst Rhodope's fnows: See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies; 110 Hark! Hamus refounds with the Bacchanals cries-Ah fee, he dies! Yet ev'n in death Eurydice he fung, Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue, Eurydice the woods, 115 Eurydice the floods, Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung. VII. Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, Mufic can foften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, 120 And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is giv'n; His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell, Her's lift the foul to heav'n. 130 |