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And naked youths and painted chiefs admire 405
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
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.
OD E FOR MUSIC
ST. CECILIA'S DAY.
The breathing instruments inspire,
In a fadly-pleasing ftrain
Let the loud trumpet found,
The shrill echoes rebound:
Hark! the numbers foft and clear
And fill with spreading founds the skies ;
Till, by degrees, remote and fmall,
The strains decay,
And melt away,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low,
Or, when the soul is press’d with cares,
Exalts her in enlivening airs.
Melancholy lifts her head,
Listening Envy drops her snakes;
While Argo faw her kindred trees
Transported demi-gods stood round, 1 And men grew heroes at the sound,
Enflam'd with glory's charms :