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He sung Darius great and good,

By too severe a fate,
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,

And weltering in his blood :
Deserted, at his utmost need,
By those his former bounty fed ;
On the bare earth exposed he lies,

With not a friend to close his eyes. With downcast looks the joyless Victor sate,

Revolving, in his alter'd soul,

The various turns of chance below; And, now and then, a sigh he stole,

And tears began to flow.

CHORUS
Revolving, in his alter'd soul,

The various turns of chance below
And, now and then, a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow.

V.
The mighty Master smiled, to see
That love was in the next degree ;
"Twas but a kindred-sound to move,
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet in Lydian measures,

Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures : War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble;

Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying:

If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, O think it worth enjoying ;

Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee-

The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The Prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gazed on the fair,

Who caused his care,
And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look’d,

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again;
At length, with love and wine at once oppress’d,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.

CHORUS,

The Prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gazed on the fair,

Who caused his care,
And sigh'd and look’d, sigh'd and look'd,

Sigh’d and look'd, and sigh'd again ;
At length, with love and wine at once oppress’d,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.

VI.
Now strike the golden lyre again ;
A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.
Break his bands of sleep asunder,
And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark! the horrid sound

Has raised up his head;

As awaked from the dead,

And amazed, he stares around.
Revenge, revenge! Timotheus cries,
See the furies arise ;

See the snakes, that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair,
And the sparkles that flash from their eyes !

Behold a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand !

Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

And, unburied, remain
Inglorious on the plain :
Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.
Behold how they toss their torches on high,

How they point to the Persian abodes,
And glittering temples of their hostile gods.-
The princes applaud, with a furious joy,
And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

CHORUS.
And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to destroy;

Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,
And, like another Helen, fired another Troy.

VII.

Thus, long ago,
Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,

While organs yet were mute,
Timotheus, to his breathing flute,

And sounding lyre,
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown ;
He raised a mortal to the skies,

She drew an angel down.

GRAND CHORUS.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown ;
He raised a mortal to the skies,

She drew an angel down.

VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS,

PARAPHRASED.

Creator Spirit, by whose aid
The world's foundations first were laid,
Come visit every pious mind;
Come pour thy joys on human kind;
From sin and sorrow set us free,
And make thy temples worthy thee.

O source of uncreated light,
The Father's promised Paraclete !
Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire,
Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ;
Come, and thy sacred unction bring
To sanctify us, while we sing.

Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
Rich in thy sevenfold energy!
Thou strength of his Almighty hand,
Whose power does heaven and earth command.
Proceeding spirit, our defence,
Who do'st the gifts of tongues dispense,
And crown'st thy gift with eloquence.

Refine and purge our earthly parts ;
But, O, inflame and fire our hearts !
Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the senses to the soul ;
And, when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.

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