6 But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The sacred organ's praise? Notes that wing their heavenly ways 7 Orpheus could lead the savage race; And trees uprooted left their place, Sequacious of the lyre: But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : When to her organ vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appear'd, Mistaking earth for heaven. GRAND CHORUS. As from the power of sacred lays So when the last and dreadful hour IV. THE TEARS OF AMYNTA, FOR THE DEATH OF DAMON. A SONG. 1 ON a bank, beside a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta sigh'd alone : From the cheerless dawn of morning Till the dews of night returning, Singing thus she made her moan: Joys are vanish'd, Damon, my beloved, is gone 2 Time, I dare thee to discover Murmuring blisses: Who so lived and loved as we ? 3 Never shall we curse the morning, Death come end me, To befriend me: Love and Damon are no more. V. THE LADY'S SONG.1 1 A CHOIR of bright beauties in spring did appear, All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green; 2 While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, 3 Forbear your addresses, and court us no more; 1 Intended to apply to the banishment of King James and his wife, Mary of Este. VI. A SONG. 1 FAIR, Sweet, and young, receive a prize As I from thousand beauties more 2 Your face for conquest was design'd, 3 No graces can your form improve, But all are lost, unless you love; For after dying all reprieve's too late. VII. A SONG. HIGH state and honours to others impart, But give me your heart: That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, That treasure, that treasure alone, Give me in possessing So matchless a blessing; All my ambition; VIII. RONDELAY. 1 CHLOE found Amyntas lying, Kiss me once, and ease my pain ! 2 Sighing to himself, and crying, Wretched I, to love in vain! Ever scorning and denying To reward your faithful swain: Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain: |