See, fee! The mighty power of Harmony! Behold how foon its charms can chace And thrill through every foul, and brighten every eye! II. Proceed, fweet charmer of the ear! Proceed; and through the mellow flute, The moving lyre, And folitary lute, Melting airs, foft joys infpire: CHORU S. Melting airs, foft joys inspire: III. Now let the sprightly Violin 15 20 25 And And now Let the deep-mouth'd Organ blow, Hark! how the Treble and Bafe 30 35 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: 4.0 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 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 compafles in Fate's high ftorehouse found; O World, thy measur'd bound. *Milton. 45 50 Mean 1 Mean while a thousand harps were play'd on high; Was echo'd all around : And now arife, ye Earth and Seas, and Sky! Arife, ye Earth and Seas, and Sky! V. What can Mufic's power control? It wak'd, and shook off foul deformity, Nature's fecret chains unbound; CHORU S. O wondrous force of Harmony! VI. Divineft Art, whose fame fhall never cease! 55 60 65 Thy honour'd voice proclaim'd the Saviour's birth; When Heaven vouchfaf'd to treat with Earth, Mufic was herald of the peace : L 75 Thy Thy voice could best 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. Appear; and fome with grief, and fome with joy, 85 Their final fentence wait. GRAND CHORU S. Then other arts fhall pass away: Proud Architecture fhall in ruins lie, And Painting fade and die, Nay Earth, and Heaven itself, in wasteful fire decay. 90 The world's last blaze. The tuneful fifters fhall embrace, And praife and fing, and fing and praife, In never-cealing choirs to all eternity. 95 APOLLO AND DAPHNE. A CANTAT A. SET BY MR. GALLIARD. RECITATIVE. APHINE, the beautiful, the coy, DA 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, 5 Awak'd his lyre, and foftly breath'd his amorous pain. AIR. Fairest mortal! ftay and hear ; Turn thee, leave thy trembling fear; 10 Fairest mortal! stay and hear; Touch thy unrelenting mind? RECITATIVE. The River's echoing banks with pleasure did prolong The fweetly warbled sounds, and murmur'd with the fong. 15 L 2 Daphne |