FRO

I.

ROM harmony, from heav'nly harmony
This univerfal frame began:

When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,

And cou'd not heave her head,

The tuneful voice was heard from high,
Arife, ye more than dead.

Then cold, and hot, and moift, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,
And Mufic's power obey.

From harmony, from heav'nly harmony

This univerfal frame began:

From harmony to harmony

Thro all the compafs of the notes it ran,
The diapafon closing full in Man.

II.

What paffion cannot Mufic raise and quell!
When Jubal ftruck the corded shell,
His lift'ning brethren stood around,
And, wond'ring, on their faces fell

To worship that celeftial found.

Lefs than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that shell,

That spoke so sweetly and so well.

What paffion cannot Mufic 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 thund'ring 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,

Whose 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,

For the fair, disdainful, dame.

VI.

But oh! what art can teach,

What human voice can reach,

The facred organ's praise ?

Notes inspiring holy love,

Notes that wing their heav'nly ways

To mend the choirs above.

VII.

Orpheus cou'd lead the savage race;
And trees uprooted left their place,
Sequacious of the lyre:

But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher
When to her organ vocal breath was giv'n,
An angel heard, and straight appear'd
Miftaking earth for heav'n.

Grand CH OR U S.

As from the pow'r of facred lays
The spheres began to mové,

And fung the great Creator's praise
To all the bless'd' above;

So when the laft and dreadful bour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet fhall be heard on high,
The dead fhall live, the living die,
And Mufic fhall untune the sky.

THE

TEARS of A MY NTA,

FOR THE

DEATH of D A MON.

SON G.

I.

Na bank, befide a willow,

Heav'n her cov'ring, earth her pillow,

Sad Amynta figh'd alone:

From the chearless dawn of morning "Till the dews of night returning, Singing thus the made her moan:

Hope is banish'd,

Joys are vanish'd,

Damon, my belov'd, is gone!

II.

Time, I dare thee to difcover Such a youth, and fuch a lover; Oh! fo true, fo kind was he!

Damon was the pride of nature,
Charming in his every feature;
Damon liv'd alone for me;
Melting kiffes,

Murmuring bliffes:

Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we!

III.

Never shall we curfe the morning,

Never bless the night returning,

Sweet embraces to restore:

Never fhall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, Love fupplying

All the joys he drain'd before:
Death come end me

To befriend me;

Love and Damon are no more.

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