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Air I. Come, imperial queen of song;

Come with all that free-born grace,

Which lifts thee from the servile throng,
Who meanly mimic thy majestic pace ;

That glance of dignity divine,
Which speaks thee of celestial line ;
Proclaims thee inmate of the sky,
Daughter of Jove and Liberty.

II.
Recitative. The elevated soul, who feels
Thy aweful impulse, walks the fragrant ways

Of honest unpolluted praise:

He with impartial justice deals
The blooming chaplets of immortal lays :
He Aies above ambition's low career ;
And nobly thron'd in Truth's meridian sphere,

Thence, with a bold and heav'n-directed aim,
Full on fair Virtue's shrine he pours the rays of fame..

III.
Air II. Goddess ! thy piercing eye explores

The radiant range of Beauty's stores,
The steep ascent of pine-clad hills,
The silver slope of falling rills,
Catches each lively-colour'd grace,
The crimson of the wood-nymph's face,

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The verdure of the velvet lawn,

The purple in the eastern dawn,
Or all those tints, which rang'd in vivid glow
Mark the bold sweep of the celestial bow.

IV.
Recitative. But chief she lifts her tuneful transports high,
When to her intellectual

eye
The mental beauties rise in moral dignity :

The sacred zeal for Freedom's cause,

That fires the glowing Patriot's breast;
The honest pride that plumes the Hero's crest,
When for his country's aid the steel he draws;

Or that, the calm, yet active heat,
With which mild Genius warms the Sage's heart,

To lift fair Science to a loftier seat,
Or stretch to ampler bounds the wide domain of art.
Air III. These, the best blossoms of the virtuous mind,

She culls with taste refin'd;

From their ambrosial bloom
With bee-like skill she draws the rich perfume,

And blends the sweets they all convey,
In the soft balm of her mellifuous lay.

V.
Recitative. Is there a clime, where all these beauties rise
In one collected radiance to her eyes ?
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Is

Is there a plain, whose genial foil inhales

Glory's invigorating gales,
Her brightest beams where Emulation spreads,

Her kindliest dews where Science sheds,
Where every

stream of Genius flows,
Where every power of Virtue glows?

Thither the Mufe exulting Alies,

There she loudly cries
Chorus I. All hail, all hail,

Majestic Granta ! hail thy aweful name,
Dear to the Muse, to Liberty, to Fame,

VI.
Recitative. You too, illustrious Train, the

greets
Who first in these inspiring seats
Caught the bright beams of that ætherial fire,
Which now fublimely prompts you to aspire
To deeds of noblest note : whether to shield
Your country's liberties, your country's laws;

Or in Religion's hallow'd cause
To hurl the shafts of reason, and to wield
Those heav'nly-temper'd arms, whose rapid force

Arrests base Fallhood in her impious course, And drives rebellious Vice indignant from the field.

VII. Air

VII.
Air IV. And now the tunes her plausive song

To
you

her fage domestic throng;
Who here, at Learning's richest shrine,
Dispense to each ingenuous youth
The treasures of immortal Truth,

And open Wisdom's golden mine.
Recitative. Each youth inspir’d by your persuasive art,
Clasps the dear form of Virtue to his heart;

And feels in his transported soul

Enthusiastic raptures roll,
Gen'rous as those the fons of Cecrops caught
In hoar Lycæumn's shades from Plato's fire-clad thought.

VIII.
Air V. O Granta ! on thy happy plain

Still
may

these Attic glories reign:
Still mayst thou keep thy wonted state,

In unaffected grandeur great ;
Recitative. Great as at this illustrious hour,
When He, whom George's well-weigh'd choice

And Albion's general voice
Have lifted to the fairest heights of pow'r,

When He appears, and deigns to shinc

The leader of thy learned line ;
And bids the verdure of thy olive bough

'Mid

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'Mid all his civic chaplets twine,
And add fresh glories to his honour'd brow.

IX.
Air VI. Haste then, and amply o'er his head

The graceful foliage spread;
Mean while the Muse shall snatch the trump of Fame,

And lift her swelling accents high,

To tell the world that Pelham's name Is dear to Learning as to Liberty. Full Chorus. The Muse shall snatch the trump of Fame,

And lift her swelling accents high,

To tell the world that PELHAM's name Is dear to Learning as to Liberty.

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an Æ OL U S's * Harp.

Sent to Miss SHEPHEARD.

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By the Same.
ES, magic lyre! now all compleat

Thy fender frame responsive rings,
While kindred notes with undulation sweet
Accordant wake from all thy vocal strings.

This instrument appears to have been invented by Kircher : who has given a very accurate description of it in his MUSURGIA. After having been neglected above an hundred years, it was again accidentally discovered by Mr. Oswald. Sce Vol. III. p. 9. of this Miscellany.

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