TIR.CHUSE the darkest part o' th'
Such as ghofts at noon-day love.
Dig a trench, and dig it nigh
Where the bones of Laius lie;
Altars rais'd, of turf or ftone,
Will th' infernal pow'rs have none,
Answer me, if this be done?
ALL PR. "Tis done.
TIR. Is the facrifice made fit?
Draw her backward to the pit :
Draw the barren heifer back;
Barren let her be, and black.
Cut the curled hair that grows
Full betwixt her horns and brows:
And turn your faces from the fun,
Anfwer me, if this be done?
ALL P. "Tis done.
TIR. Pour in blood, and blood-like wine, To Mother Earth and Proferpine:
Mingle milk into the stream;
Feaft the ghofts, that love the steam :
Snatch a brand, from funeral pile:
Tofs it in, to make them boil:
And turn your faces from the fun,
Anfwer me, if this be done?
CEASE, Augufta! cease thy mourning,
Happy days appear,
God-like Albion is returning,
Loyal hearts to chear!
Every grace his youth adorning,
Glorious as the ftar of morning,
Or the planet of the
ALBION, by the nymph attended,
Was to Neptune recommended,
Peace and plenty fpread the fails;
Venus, in her fhell before him,
From the fands in fafety bore him,
And fupply'd Etefian gales.
Archon on the fhore commanding,
Lowly met him at his landing,
Crouds of people fwarm'd around;
Welcome, rang like peals of thunder,
Welcome, rent the skies afunder,
Welcome, heaven and earth refound.
INFERNAL offspring of the Night,
Debarr'd of heaven your native right,
And from the glorious fields of light,
Condemn'd in fhades to drag the chain,
And fill with groans the gloomy plain;
Since pleasures here are none below,
Be ill our good, our joy be woe:
Our work t' embroil the worlds above,
Disturb their union, difunite their love,
And blast the beauteous frame of our victorious
SEE the god of feas attends thee,
Nymphs divine, a beauteous train ;
All the calmer gales befriend thee
In thy paffage o'er the main :
Every maid her locks is binding,
Every Triton's horn is winding,
Welcome to the watry plain,
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