I know what 'tis to Wish, and Hope, and all in vain,
And meet, for humble Love, unkind Disdain;
Anger, and Hate, I have been forc'd to bear,
Nay Jealoufie-------and I have felt Despair.
These Pains, for you, I have been forc'd to prove,
For Cruel you, when I began to Love.
'Till warm Compaffion took at length my Part,
And melted to my Wish your yielding Heart.
O the dear Hour, in which you did refign!
When round my Neck your willing Arms did twine,
And, in a Kifs, you said your Heart was mine.
Thro' each returning Year, may that Hour be
Diftinguish'd in the Rounds of all Eternity;
Gay be the Sun, that Hour, in all his Light,
Let him collect the Day, to be more bright,
Shine all, that Hour, and all the rest be Night.
And fhall I all this Heav'n of Blifs receive
From you, yet not lament to fee you grieve!
Shall I, who nourish'd in my Breaft Defire,
When your cold Scorn, and Frowns forbid the Fire;
Now, when a mutual Flame you have reveal'd,
And the dear Union of our Souls are feal'd,
When all my Joys compleat in you I find,
Shall I not share the Sorrows of your Mind?
O tell me, tell me all---whence does arife [Sighs?
This Flood of Tears? whence are thefe frequent
Why does that lovely Head, like a 'air Flow'r
Opprefs'd with Drops of a hard-falling Show'r,
Bend with its weight of Grief, and feem to grow
Downward to Earth, and kifs the Root of Woe?
Lean on my Breast, and let me fold thee fast,
Lock'd in these Arms think all thy Sorrows paft;
Or, what remain, think lighter made by me;
So I fhou'd think, were I fo held by thee.
Murmur thy Plaints, and gently wound my Ears,
Sigh on my Lip, and let me drink thy Tears;
Join to my Cheek thy cold and dewy Face,
And let pale Grief to growing Love give place.
O fpeak-----for Woe in Silence most appears;
Speak, e'er my Fancy magnifie my Fears.
Is there a Caufe, which Words cannot exprefs!
Can I not bear a part, or make it lefs?
I know not what to think-----Am I in Fault?
I have not, to my Knowledge, err'd in Thought,
Nor wander'd from my Love, nor wou'd I be
Lord of the World, to live depriv'd of thee.
You weep a-fresh, and at that Word you start!
Am I to be depriv'd then?------muft we part!
Curfe on that Word fo ready to be spoke,
For through my Lips, unmeant by me, it broke.
Oh no, we must not, will not, cannot part,
And my Tongue talks unprompted by my Heart.
Yet fpeak, for my Diftraction grows apace,
And racking Fears, and reftlefs Doubts increase;
And Fears and Doubts to Jealoufie will turn,
The hotteft Hell, in which a Heart can burn.
4 SONG. For St. CECILIA's Day at Oxford.
Ecilia, whofe exalted Hymns
With Joy and Wonder fill the Bleft,
In Quires of warbling Seraphims
Known and diftinguish'd from the reft,
Attend, harmonious Saint, and fee
Thy vocal Sons of Harmony;
Attend, harmonious Saint, and hear our Pray'rs ;
Enliven all our Earthly Airs,
And, as thou fing'st thy God, teach us to fing of thee: Tune ev'ry String and ev'ry Tongue,
Be thou the Mufe and Subject of our Song.
Let all Cecilia's Praise proclaim,
Employ the Eccho in her Name.
Hark how the Flutes and Trumpets raife,
At bright Cecilia's Name, their Lays,
The Organ labours in her Praise.
Cecilia's Name does all our Numbers grace,
From ev'ry Voice the tuneful Accents fly,
In foaring Trebles, now it rifes high,
And now it finks, and dwells upon, the Base.
Cecilia's Name through all the Notes we Sing,
The work of ev'ry skilful Tongue,
The Sound of ev'ry trembling String,
The Sound and Triumph of our Song.
III.
For ever Confecrate the Day,
To Mufick and Cecilia;
Mufick, the greatest Good that Mortals know,
And all of Heav'n we have below.
Mufick can noble hints impart,
Engender Fury, kindle Love;
With unfufpected Eloquence can move,
And manage all the Man with fecret Art.
When Orpheus ftrikes the trembling Lyre,
The Streams ftand ftill, the Stones admire
The liftning Savages advance,
The Wolf and Lamb around him trip,
The Bears in awkward measures leap,
And Tigers mingle in the Dance.
The moving Woods attended as he play'd,
And Rhodope was left without a shade.
Mufick, Religious Heats infpires,
It wakes the Soul, and lifts it high,
And wings it with fublime Defires,
And fits it to befpeak the Deity.
Th' Almighty liftens to a tuneful Tongue,
And feems well-pleas'd, and courted with a Song.
Soft moving Sounds, and Heav'nly Airs,
Give force to ev'ry Word, and recommend our
When time it felf fhall be no more, [Pray'rs.
And all things in confufion hurl'd,
Mufick fhall then exert its pow'r,
And Sound furvive the Ruins of the World:
Then Saints and Angels fhall agree
In one eternal Jubilee :
All-Heav'n fhall Eccho with their Hymns Divine,
And God himself with Pleasure fee
The whole Creation in a Chorus join.
CHORU S.
Confecrate the Place and Day,
To Mufick and Cecilia.
Let no rough Winds approach, nor dare
Invade the hallow'd bounds,
Nor rudely fhake the tuneful Air,
Nor spoil the fleeting Sounds.
Nor mournful Sigh nor Groan be heard,
But Gladness dwell on ev'ry Tongue; Whilft all, with Voice and Strings prepar'd, Keep up the loud harmonious Song,
And imitate the Bleft above
In Joy, and Harmony, and Love.
The Enquiry after his Miftrefs.
Written by Horatio Townsend.
HOU Shepherd, whofe intentive Eye,
O'er ev'ry Lamb, is fuch a Spie,
No wily Fox can make 'em lefs,
Where may I find my Shepherdess?
A little paufing, then faid he,
How can that Jewel ftray from thee?
In Summers Heat, in Winters Cold,
I thought thy Breaft had been her Fold.
That is indeed the conftant Place,
Wherein my Thoughts ftill see her Face,
And print her Image in my Heart ;
But yet my fond Eyes crave a Part.
With that he smiling faid, I might
Of Chloris partly have a fight,
And fome of her Perfections meet
In ev'ry Flower was Fresh and Sweet.
The growing Lillies bear her Skin,
The Violets her blue Veins within;
The blushing Rofe new blown and spread
Her fweeter Cheeks, her Lips the Red.
VI.
The Winds that wanton with the Spring,
Such Odours as her Breathing bring;
But the resemblance of her Eyes,
Was never found beneath the Skies.
Her charming Voice who ftrives to hit,
His Object must be higher yet;
For Heav'n, and Earth, and all we fee
Difpers'd, collected is but the.
Amaz'd at this Difcourfe, methought
Love and Ambition in me wrought,
And made me covet to engross
A Wealth wou'd prove a publick Lofs.
With that I figh'd, asham'd to fee
Such Worth in her, fuch Want in me;
And clofing both mine Eyes, forbid
The World my Sight, fince she was hid.
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