GLEE for Three Voices. Dr. CALLCOTT. MARK the merry elves of fairy land, In the cold moon's gleamy glance, They with shadowy merry dance; Soft music dies along the desert land. Soon at peep of cool-ey'd day; Soon the num❜rous lights decay: Merrily, now merrily, After the dewy moon they fly. MR. GLEE for Three Voices. will you do us the favour S. WEBBE. To join in a catch? Sir, I'll do my endeavour: GLEE For Three Voices. My ships to fair Sicilia's coast, Have row'd their rapid way; Dr. CALLCOTT. While in their van my well-mann'd barque, Spread wide her streamers gay : Rough was the sea, and rude the wind, With frothy fury flew : Deep in the hold the waves were lost, Back to their bed each wave we drove Ah! Harold, &c. CHORUS. What feat of hardihood so bold, I curb the steed, I stem the flood, The oar I ply from coast to coast, On ice with flying scates I fly. Ah! Harold, &c. Can she deny, the blooming maid, The fortress to assail; How, while my prowess thin'd the host, Wm. Mason. GLEE for Three Voices. MUSIC's the language of the blest above, No voice but Music's can express The joys that happy souls possess; S. WEBBE. Nor, in just raptures, tell the wond'rous pow'r of love. 'Tis Nature's dialect, design'd To charm and to instruct the mind. Music's an universal good, That does dispense its joys around, In all the elegance of sound; To be by men admir'd, by angels understood. Congreve. My Phillida, adieu! love, for evermore farewell! A garland shall be fram'd by art and nature's skill, Shakspeare. |