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Mean while a thousand harps were play'd on high;
Be this thy measur'd bound,

Was echo'd all around;

And now arife, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky!

A thousand voices made reply,

Arife, ye Earth, and Seas, and Sky.

V.

What can Mufic's power control?
When Nature's fleeping foul

Perceiv'd th' enchanting found,

It wak'd, and shook off foul deformity;
The mighty melody

Nature's fecret chains unbound;

And Earth arofe, and Seas, and Sky.
Aloft expanded spheres were flung,
With fhining luminaries hung;
A vaft Creation ftood display'd,
By Heaven's inspiring Music made.

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CHORUS.

O wondrous force of Harmony!

VI.

Divineft art, whofe fame fhall never cease!

Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth;
When Heaven vouchfaf'd to treat with Earth,
Mufic was herald of the peace :
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Thy voice could beft the joyful tidings tell;

Immortal mercy! boundless love !

A God defcending from above,

To conquer Death and Hell.

VII.

There yet remains an hour of fate,
When mufic muft again its charms employ ;
The Trumpet's found

Shall call the numerous nations under ground.
The numerous nations straight

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Then other arts fhall pass away:

Proud Architecture fhall in ruins lie,

And Painting fade and die,

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Music alone, and Poefy,
Triumphant o'er the flame, fhall fee

The world's last blaze.

The tuneful fifters fhall embrace,

And praise and fing, and fing and praise,

In never-ceafing choirs to all eternity.

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RECITATIVÉ.

DAPHNE, the beautiful, the coy,

Along the winding shore of Peneus flew,
To fhun Love's tender, offer'd joy;

Though 'twas a god that did her charms pursue.
While thus Apollo, in a moving strain,

Awak’d his lyre, and foftly breath'd his amorous pain.

AIR.

Fairest mortal! stay and hear;
Cannot Love, with Mufic join'd,
Touch thy unrelenting mind ?

Turn thee, leave thy trembling fear;

Faireft mortal! stay and hear;
Cannot Love, with Music join'd,
Touch thy unrelenting mind?

RECITATIVE.

The river's echoing banks with pleasure did prolong
The fweetly-warbled founds, and murmur'd with the

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fong.

Daphne fled fwifter, in defpair,
To 'fcape the god's embrace:
And to the genius of the place,
She figh'd this wondrous prayer:

A IR.

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me!
Let fome fudden change invade me;
Fix me rooted on thy fhore.
Ceafe, Apollo, to perfuade me;
I am Daphne now no more.

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me!
Let fome fudden change invade me;
Fix me rooted on thy shore.

RECITATIVE.

Apollo wondering ftood to fee

The nymph transform'd into a tree.

Vain were his lyre, his voice, his tuneful art,

His passion, and his race divine;

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THOUGHT IN A GARDEN.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1704.

ELIGHTFUL manfion! bleft retreat!
Where all is filent, all is sweet!
Here Contemplation prunes her wings,
The raptur'd Mufe more tuneful fings,
While May leads on the cheerful hours,
And opens a new world of flowers.
Gay Pleasure here all dreffes wears,
And in a thousand shapes appears.
Purfu'd by Fancy, how the roves
Through airy walks, and museful groves;
Springs in each plant and bloffom'd tree,
And charms in all I hear and fee!

In this elyfium while I ftray,

And Nature's fairest face survey,

Earth feems new-born, and life more bright;
Time fteals away, and fmooths his flight;
And thought's bewilder'd in delight.
Where are the crowds I faw of late?
What are thofe tales of Europe's fate?
Of Anjou, and the Spanish crown;
And leagues to pull ufurpers down?
Of marching armies, diftant wars;
Of factions, and domestic jars?

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