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 swift 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 scale 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 ftrains;

In loftier verfe, and loftier lays,

Your voices raife

To Mufic's praife!

A nobler fong remains.

Sing how the great Creator-God

On wings of flaming cherubs rode,

To make a world; and round the dark abyfs,
Turn'd the golden compaffes,

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

O World, thy measur'd bound.

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

Was echo'd all around:

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

Arife, ye Earth and Seas, and Sky!

V.

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

Perceiv'd th' enchanting found,

It wak'd, and fhook off foul deformity;
The mighty melody

Nature's fecret chains unbound;
And Earth arofe, and Seas, and Sky.
Aloft expanded spheres were flung,
With fhining luminaries hung;
A vaft Creation stood display'd,

By Heaven's infpiring Music made.

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O wondrous force of Harmony!

VI.

Divineft Art, whofe fame fhall never ceafe!

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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 defcending 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 ftraight

Appear;

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Then other arts fhall pass away:

Proud Architecture fhall in ruins lie,.

And Painting fade and die,

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Mufic alone, and Poefy,
Triumphant o'er the flame, fhall fee

The world's last blaze.

The tuneful fifters fhall embrace,

And praife and fing, and fing and praise,

In never-ceafing choirs to all eternity.

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APOLLO

RECITATIVE.

DAPHINE, the beautiful, the coy,

Along the winding shore 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 train,

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

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

Daphne fled swifter, in despair,

To 'Icape the God's embrace :
And to the genius of the place,
She figh'd this wondrous prayer :
AIR.

Father Peneus, hear me, aid me!

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

RECITATIVE.

Apollo wondering food 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 shine,

Melt the cold virgin's frozen heart.

AIR.

Nature alone can Love infpire;

Art is vain to move Defire.

If Nature once the fair incline,
To their own paffion they refign.
Nature alone can Love inspire ;
Art is vain to move Defire.

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