The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;
Listen for dear honour's sake,

Goddess of the silver lake,

Listen and save.

Listen and appear to us,

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In name of great Oceanus,

SABRINA rises, attended by Water-Nymphs, and sings.

By the rushy-fringed bank,

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To wait in Amphitrite's bow'r.

SABRINA descends, and the LADY rises out of her seat.

Spirit. Virgin, daughter of Locrine,

Sprung of old Anchises' line,

May thy brimmed waves for this

Their full tribute never miss

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From a thousand petty rills,

That tumble down the snowy hills;
Summer drouth, or singed air
Never scorch thy tresses fair;
Nor wet October's torrent flood
Thy molten crystal fill with mud;
May thy billows roll ashore
The beryl, and the golden ore;

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May thy lofty head be crown'd

With many a tower and terrace round,

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And here and there thy banks upon

With groves of myrrh and cinnamon.

Come, lady, while Heaven lends us grace,

Will double all their mirth and cheer;
Come, let us haste, the stars grow high,
But night sits monarch yet in the mid sky.

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The Scene changes, presenting Ludlow town, and the President's castle; then come in country Dancers; after them the ATTENDANT SPIRIT, with the Two Brothers, and the LADY.

SONG.

Spirit. Back, Shepherds, back, enough your play,

This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother.

Noble lord, and lady bright,

I have brought ye new delight;
Here behold so goodly grown,

Three fair branches of your own;

Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth,

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Their faith, their patience, and their truth;

And sent them here through hard assays
With a crown of deathless praise,

To triumph in victorious dance

O'er sensual Folly, and Intemperance.

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The dances ended, the SPIRIT epiloguizes.

Spirit. To the ocean now I fly,

And those happy climes that lie
Where day never shuts his eye,

Up in the broad fields of the sky:
There I suck the liquid air
All amidst the gardens fair

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Of Hesperus, and his daughters three

That sing about the golden tree:

Along the crisped shades and bowers

Revels the spruce and jocund Spring;

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The Graces, and the rosy-bosom'd Hours,

Waxing well of his deep wound
In slumber soft; and on the ground
Sadly sits th' Assyrian queen:
But far above in spangled sheen
Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't,
Holds his dear Psyche sweet entranc't,
After her wand'ring labours long;
Till free consent the gods among
Make her his eternal bride;
And from her fair unspotted side
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.

But now my task is smoothly done,

I can fly, or I can run

Quickly to the green earth's end,

Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend;
And from thence can soar as soon
To the corners of the moon.
Mortals that would follow me,
Love Virtue; she alone is free:
She can teach ye how to climb
Higher than the sphery chime;
Or if Virtue feeble were,

Heav'n itself would stoop to her.

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