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When the full organ joins the tuneful quire,
Th’ immortal powers incline their ear ; Borne on the swelling notes our souls aspire, While solemn airs improve the sacred fire ;
And Angels lean from heaven to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell,
To bright Cecilia greater power is given ; His numbers raised a shade from hell,
Hers lift the soul to heaven.
TWO CHORUSES TO THE TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS.1
CHORUS OF ATHENIANS.
shades, where sacred truth is sought;
Unspotted long with human blood.
Forsaken, friendless, shall ye fly?
When Athens sinks by fates unjust,
And Athens rising near the pole!
1 Altered from Shakspeare by the Duke of Buckingham, at whose desire these two Choruses were composed, to supply as many wanting in his play. They were set many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckingham House.
In every age, in every state!
CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS.
The prudent, learn’d, and virtuous breast ?
Love, soft intruder, enters here,
Which Nature hath impress’d?
Brutus for absent Portia sighs,
What is loose love? a transient gust,
And burn for ever one ;
Productive as the Sun.
What various joys on one attend,
Whether his hoary sire he spies,
What home-felt raptures move!
With reverence, hope, and love.
Hence, guilty joys, distastes, surmises,
Hence, false tears, deceits, disguises,
Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine :
Sacred Hymen! these are thine.