THE SECULAR POEM. The Poet to the People. STAND off, ye vulgar, nor profane, With bold, unhallow'd sounds, this festal scene: In hymns inspir'd by truth divine, I, priest of the melodious Nine, To youths and virgins sing the mystic strain. To the Chorus of Youths and Virgins. PHEBUS taught me how to sing, How to tune the vocal string; Noble youths, and virgins fair, When the great revolving year FIRST CONCERT. HYMN TO APOLLO. Chorus of Youths and Virgins. TITYOS, with impious lust inspir'd, By chaste Latona's beauties fir'd, And Niobe, of tongue profane, Achilles too, the son of Fame, Though sprung from Thetis, sea-born dame, Though warring with tremendous spear The cypress, when by storms impell'd, Low bends the towering head: His mighty bulk the hero spread. He had not Priam's heedless court, With midnight art surpris'd; But bravely bold, of open force, Then arm'd, alas! with horrors dire, Into the flames had thrown But charm'd by beauty's queen and thee, That Troy should change th' imperial seat, Glorious in distant realms should rise. Oh! may the god, who could inspire Who joys to bathe his flowing hair, And powerful guard her rising fame! SECOND CONCERT. Chorus of Youths. E virgins, sing Diana's praise. *YE Chorus of Virgins. Ye boys, let youthful Phœbus crown your lays. The Two Choirs. Together let us raise the voice To her, belov'd by Jove supreme; Our tuneful theme, his beauteous choice. The twenty-first Ode of the first Book. Ye virgins, sing Diana's fame, Who bathes delighted in the limpid stream; The woods that Algidus o'erspread, Chorus of Virgins. Ye boys, with equal honour sing Whose shoulders, beaming heavenly fire, And with the golden quiver shine. Chorus of Youths and Virgins. Mov'd by the solemn voice of prayer, They both shall make imperial Rome their care, And gracious turn the direful woes Of famine and of weeping war From Rome, from sacred Cæsar far, And pour them on our British foes. THIRD CONCERT. TO APOLLO AND DIANA. Chorus of Youths and Virgins. YE radiant glories of the skies, Ever-beaming god of light, Sweetly-shining queen of night, Beneath whose wrath the wood-born savage dies; Ye powers, to whom with ceaseless praise A grateful world its homage pays, Let our prayer, our prayer be heard, Of spotless maids a chosen train, Of spotless youths a chosen band, To all our guardian gods uplift the hallow'd. strain. Chorus of Youths. Fair Sun, who with unchanging beam Rising another and the same, Dost from thy beamy car unfold The glorious day, Or hide it in thy setting ray,, Nothing more great than seven-hill'd Rome behold! Chorus of Virgins. Goddess of the natal hour, Or, if other name more dear, Propitious power, Can charm your ear, Our pregnant matrons gracious hear: Heal their agonizing throes; And with every genial grace, Prolific of an endless race, Oh! crown our marriage-laws, and bless the nuptial rite: Chorus of Youths and Virgins. That when the circling years complete Thrice with the day's revolving light, Thrice beneath the shades of night, In countless bands our youthful choirs may sing These festal hymns, these pious games repeat. |