And naked youths and painted chiefs admire 405
Our speech, our colour, and our strange attire ! -
Oh, stretch thy reign, fair Peace! from shore to shore,
Till Conquest cease, and Slavery be no more ;
Till the freed Indians in their native groves
Reap their own fruits, and woo their sable loves; 410
Peru once more a race of Kings behold,
And other Mexicos be roof'd with gold.
Exild by thee from earth to deepest hell,
In brazen bonds, shall barbarous Discord dwell:
Gigantic Pride, pale Terror, glooiny Care, 415
And mad Ambition, shall attend her there :
There purple Vengeance bath'd in gore retires,
Her weapons blunted, and extinct her fires :
There hateful Envy her own snakes shall feel,
And Perfecution mourn her broken wheel :

420 There Faction roar, Rebellion bite her chain, And gasping Furies thirst for blood in vain.

Here cease thy flight, nor with unhallow'd lays
Touch the fair fame of Albion's golden days :
The thoughts of Gods let Granville's verse recite,
And bring the scenes of opening fate to light:
My humble Mufe, in unambitious strains,
Paints the

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forests and the flowery plains, Where Peace descending bids her olive spring, And scatters blessings from her dove-like wing. 430 Ev'n I more sweetly pass my careless days, Pleas'd in the filent Made with empty praise ; Enough for me, that to the listening fwains First in these fields. I sung the fylvan strains.

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ST. CECILIA’S DAY,

MDCC VIII,

AND OTHER PIECES FOR MUSIC,

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ST. CECILIA'S DAY.

I.

The breathing instruments inspire,
Wake into voice each filent ftring,
And sweep the founding lyre !

In a fadly-pleasing ftrain
Let the warbling lute complain :

Let the loud trumpet found,
Till the roofs all around

The shrill echoes rebound:
While, in more lengthen'd notes and flow,
The deep, majestic, folemn organs blow.

Hark! the numbers foft and clear
Gently steal upon the ear;
Now louder, and yet louder rife,

And fill with spreading founds the skies ;
Exulting in triumph now fwell the bold potes,
lu broken air, trembling, the wild music Boats;

Till, by degrees, remote and fmall,

The strains decay,

And melt away,
In a dying, dying fall.

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II.
By Music, minds an equal temper know,

Nor swell too high, nor sink too low,
If in the breast tumultuous joys arise,
Music her soft, assuasive voice applies ;

Or, when the soul is press’d with cares,

Exalts her in enlivening airs.
Warriors she fires with animated sounds ;
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds;

Melancholy lifts her head,
Morpheus rouses from his bed,
Sloth unfolds her arms and wakes,

Listening Envy drops her snakes;
Intestine war no more our Passions wage,
And giddy Factions hear away their rage.

III.
But when our Country's cause provokes to Arms,
How martial music every bosom warms !
So when the first bold vessel dar'd the seas,
High on the stern the Thracian rais'd his strain,

While Argo faw her kindred trees
Descend from Pelion to the main.

Transported demi-gods stood round, 1 And men grew heroes at the sound,

Enflam'd with glory's charms :
Each chief his sevenfold field display'd,
And half unsheath'd the shining blade :
And feas, and rocks, and skies rebound
To arms, to arms, to arms !

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