And now

Let the deep-mouth'd Organ blow,
Swell it high, and fink it low.

Hark! how the Treble and Bafe

In wanton fugues each other chace, And fwift divifions run their airy race! Through all the travers'd fcale they fly, In winding labyrinths of harmony;

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By turns they rife and fall, by turns we live and die.

CHORU S.

In winding labyrinths of harmony,

Through all the travers'd fcale they fly :

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By turns they rife and fall, by turns we live and die.

IV.

Ye fons of Art, once more renew your strains;

In loftier verse, and loftier lays,

Your voices raise

To Mufic's praise !

A nobler fong remains..

Sing how the great Creator-God

On wings of flaming cherubs rode,

To make a world; and round the dark abyss,

Turn'd the golden compaffes,

The compaffes in Fate's high storehouse found;
Thus far extend, he faid; be this

O World, thy meafur'd bound.

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Mean

Mean while a thousand harps were play'd on high; Be this thy measur'd bound,

Was echo'd all around:

And now arife, ye Earth and Seas, and Sky!
A thousand voices made reply,

Arife, ye Earth and Seas, and Sky!

V.

What can Mufic's power control?
When Nature's fleeping foul

Perceiv'd th' enchanting found,
It wak'd, and hook off foul deformity;

The mighty melody

Nature's fecret chains unbound: 3

And Earth arofe, and Seas, and Sky.
Aloft expanded fpheres were flung,
With fhining luminaries hung;
A vaft Creation stood display'd,

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By Heaven's infpiring Music made.

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O wondrous force of Harmony!

VI.

Divineft Art, whofe fame fhall never cease!

Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth; When Heaven vouchfaf'd to treat with Earth, Mufic was herald of the peace

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Thy voice could beft the joyful tidings tell ;.
Immortal Mercy! boundless Love!

A God descending from above,

To conquer Death and Hell.

VII.

There yet remains an hour of fate,

When Mufic must again its charms employ;
The Trumpet's found

Shall call the numerous nations under ground.
The numerous nations traight

Appear; and fome with grief, and fome with joy, 85 Their final fentence wait.

Then other arts fhall país away:

Proud Architecture fhall in ruins lie,

And Painting fade and die,

Nay Earth, and Heaven itfelf, in wafteful fire decay. 90-
Mufic alone, and Poesy,
Triumphant o'er the flame, fhall fee

The world's laft blaze.

The tuneful fifters fhall embrace,

And praife and fing, and fing and praife,

In never-ceafing choirs to all eternity.

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RECITATIVE.

DAPHINE, the beautiful,

the coy,

Along the winding fhore of Peneus flew,

To fhun Love's tender, offer'd joy;

Though 'twas a God that did her charms purfue. While thus Apollo, in a moving strain,

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Awak'd his lyre, and softly breath'd his amorous pain.

AIR.

Faireft mortal stay and hear;
Cannot Love, with Mufic join'd,
Touch thy unrelenting_mind?

Turn thee, leave thy trembling fear;

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Fairest mortal! stay and hear;
Cannot Love, with Mufic join'd,

Touch thy unrelenting mind?

RECITATIVE.

The River's echoing banks with pleafure did prolong The fweetly warbled founds, and murmur'd with the

fong.

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Daphne.

I am Daphne now no more.
Father Peneus, hear me, aid me!
Let fome fudden change invade me ;
Fix me rooted on thy shore.

RECITATIVE.

Apollo wondering stood to fee

The nymph transform'd into a tree.

Vain were his lyre, his voice, his tuneful art,
His paffion, and his race divine;

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Nor could th' eternal beams that round his temples fhine,

Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart.