HAPPY and free, fecurely bleft; No beauty could disturb my reft ; My amorous heart was in defpair, II. Till you, defcending on our plains, III. Your fmiles have more of conquering charms, Who vanquish only when we please. IV. But IV. But in your eyes, oh! there's the fpell, II. On the YOUNG STATES MEN. CLAR LARENDON had law and fenfe, But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory, To be repeated like John Dory, Protect us, mighty Providence, What would thefe madmen have? First, they would bribe us without pance, And without power enflave. Shall free-born men, in humble awe, Who from confent and custom draw The The duke fhall wield his conquering sword, The king fhall pass his honeft word, And then, come kifs my breech. So have I feen a king on chefs (His rooks and knights withdrawn, His queen and bishops in distress) III. A SONG for St CECILIA's Day, 1687. I. FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony This univerfal frame began : When nature underneath a heap And could not heave her head, Then cold, and hot, and moift, and dry, And Mufic's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony, From harmony to harmony Through all the compafs of the notes it ran, The diapafon clofing full in Man. II. What II: What paffion cannot Mufic raife and quell! Less than a God they thought there could not dwell That spoke so fweetly and fo well. What paffion cannot Music raise and quell? III. The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With fhrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark! the foes come; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The foft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whofe dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. V. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and defperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of pains, and height of paffion, I VI. But VI. But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The facred organ's praise ? Notes infpiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. VII. Orpheus could lead the favage race; But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher; Grand CHORUS.. As from the power of facred lays, And fung the great Creator's praise So when the laft and dreadful hour The |