6 But oh what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The sacred organ's praise? Notes that wing their heavenly ways 7 Orpheus could lead the savage race; And trees uprooted left their place, Sequacious of the lyre: But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher: When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appear'd, Mistaking earth for heaven. GRAND CHORUS. As from the power of sacred lays And sung the great Creator's praise So when the last and dreadful hour IV. TEARS OF AMYNTA, FOR THE DEATH OF DAMON. A SONG. 1 ON a bank, beside a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta sigh'd alone: From the cheerless dawn of morning Joys are vanish'd, Damon, my beloved, is gone! 2 Time, I dare thee to discover Murmuring blisses: Who so lived and loved as we? 3 Never shall we curse the morning, VOL. II. D Death come end me, To befriend me: Love and Damon are no more. V. THE LADY'S SONG.1 1 A CHOIR of bright beauties in spring did appear, All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green; 2 While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, 3 Forbear your addresses, and court us no more; 1 Intended to apply to the banishment of King James and his wife, Mary of Este. VI. A SONG. 1 FAIR, Sweet, and young, receive a prize As I from thousand beauties more 2 Your face for conquest was design'd, 3 No graces can your form improve, For after dying all reprieve's too late. VII. A SONG. HIGH state and honours to others impart, But give me your heart: That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, That treasure, that treasure alone, Your love let me crave; Give me in possessing So matchless a blessing; That empire is all I would have. Love's my petition, All my ambition; So give up my game. VIII. RONDELAY. 1 CHLOE found Amyntas lying, 2 Sighing to himself, and crying, To reward your faithful swain : Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain: |