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And sends the fowls to us in care
And all the way, to guide their chime,
AT A SOLEMN MUSIC
Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy,
That undisturbed Song of pure concent
With saintly shout and solemn jubilee ;
Singing everlastingly :
That we on Earth, with undiscording voice
Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din
To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd In perfect diapason, whilst they stood
In first obedience, and their state of good.
O may we soon again renew that Song,
And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long To His celestial consort us unite,
To live with Him, and sing in endless morn of light!
NOX NOCTI INDICAT SCIENTIAM.
When I survey the bright
So rich with jewels hung, that night
My soul her wings doth spread,
The Almighty's mysteries to read
For the bright firmament
So silent, but is eloquent
No unregarded star
Into so small a character,
Removed far from our human sight,
But if we steadfast look,
We shall discern
In it as in some holy book,
How man may heavenly knowledge learn.
It tells the Conqueror,
That far-stretch'd power
Which his proud dangers traffic for,
That from the farthest North
Yet undiscover'd issue forth,
May be let out to scourge his sin,
And then they likewise shall
For as yourselves your Empires fall,
Thus those celestial fires,
The fallacy of our desires
And found sin in itself accursed,
HYMN TO DARKNESS
Hail thou most sacred venerable thing!
Who can the secrets of thy essence tell?
Before great Love this monument did raise,
Before the birth of either time or place,
Thou reign'st unquestion'd monarch in the empty
Thy native lot thou didst to Light resign,
Here with a quiet, but yet awful hand,
To thy protection fear and sorrow flee,
And those that weary are of light, find rest in thee.
J. Norris of Bemerton
I saw Eternity the other night,
Like a great ring of pure and endless light,
And round beneath it, Time, in hours, days, years, Driven by the spheres,
Like a vast shadow moved; in which the World
And all her train were hurl'd.
ALEXANDER'S FEAST, OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
By Philip's warlike son
Aloft in awful state
The godlike hero sate
On his imperial throne;
His valiant peers were placed around,
Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound,
(So should desert in arms be crown'd);
The lovely Thais by his side
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride :
Happy, happy, happy pair!
None but the brave
None but the brave
None but the brave deserves the fair!
Timotheus placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre :
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
The song began from Jove
Who left his blissful seats above