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THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS.

OVERTURE.-A SOLEMN DIRGE.

AIR.-TRIO.

ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise,
And waken every note of woe.
When truth and virtue reach the skies,
'Tis ours to weep the want below!

CHORUS.

When truth and virtue, &c.

MAN SPEAKER.

The praise attending pomp and power,
The incense given to kings,

Are but the trappings of an hour—
Mere transitory things.

The base bestow them; but the good agree
To spurn the venal gifts as flattery.

But when to pomp and power are join'd
An equal dignity of mind-

When titles are the smallest claim

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Blest spirit thou, whose fame, just born to bloom,
Shall spread and flourish from the tomb,

How hast thou left mankind for heaven!
Even now reproach and faction mourn,
And, wondering how their rage was born,
Request to be forgiven!

Alas! they never had thy hate;

Unmoved, in conscious rectitude,

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When wealth, and rank, and noble blood, But aid the power of doing goodThen all their trophies last; and flattery turns to fame.

Thy towering mind self-centred stood, Nor wanted man's opinion to be great. In vain, to charm thy ravish'd sight,

A thousand gifts would fortune send;

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In vain, to drive thee from the right,

A thousand sorrows urged thy end:
Like some well-fashion'd arch thy patience stood,
And purchased strength from its increasing load.
Pain met thee like a friend to set thee free,
Affliction still is virtue's opportunity!

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WOMAN SPEAKER.

Yet ah! what terrors frown'd upon her fate,
Death, with its formidable band,
Fever, and pain, and pale consumptive care,
Determined took their stand.

Nor did the cruel ravagers design

To finish all their efforts at a blow;
But, mischievously slow,

They robb'd the relic and defac'd the shrine.
With unavailing grief,
Despairing of relief,

Her weeping children round
Beheld each hour

Death's growing pow'r,

And trembled as he frown'd.

As helpless friends who view from shore
The labouring ship, and hear the tempest roar,

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1 Chalmers's version runs this song on to the lines for the "Man Speaker," but has the same words then repeated under "Song by a man," &c.-ED.

While winds and waves their wishes cross,-
They stood, while hope and comfort fail,
Not to assist, but to bewail

The inevitable loss.

Relentless tyrant, at thy call

How do the good, the virtuous fall!
Truth, beauty, worth, and all that most engage,
But wake thy vengeance and provoke thy rage.

SONG. BY A MAN.-BASSO, STACCATO, SPIRITOSO.

When vice my dart and scythe supply,
How great a King of Terrors I!
If folly, fraud, your hearts engage,
Tremble, ye mortals, at my rage!

Fall, round me fall, ye little things,
statesmen, warriors, poets, kings,
If virtue fail her counsel sage,
Tremble, ye mortals, at my rage!

MAN SPEAKER.

Yet let that wisdom, urged by her example,
Teach us to estimate what all must suffer;
Let us prize death as the best gift of nature-
As a safe inn, where weary travellers,

When they have journey'd through a world of cares,
May put off life, and be at rest for ever.

Groans, weeping friends, indeed, and gloomy sables,
May oft distract us with their sad solemnity:
The preparation is the executioner.

Death, when unmask'd, shows me a friendly face,
And is a terror only at a distance;

For as the line of life conducts me on

To Death's great court, the prospect seems more fair,
'Tis Nature's kind retreat, that's always open
To take us in when we have drain'd the cup
Of life, or worn our days to wretchedness.

In that secure, serene retreat,
Where all the humble, all the great,

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Promiscuously recline;
Where, wildly huddled to the eye,
The beggar's pouch and prince's purple lie,
May every bliss be thine!

And, ah! blest spirit, wheresoe'er thy flight,
Through rolling worlds, or fields of liquid light,
May cherubs welcome their expected guest;
May saints with songs receive thee to their rest;
May peace, that claim'd, while here, thy warmest love,
May blissful, endless peace be thine above!

SONG. BY A WOMAN.-AMOROSO.

Lovely, lasting Peace below,
Comforter of every woe,
Heavenly born, and bred on high,
To crown the favourites of the sky—
Lovely, lasting Peace, appear!
This world itself, if thou art here,
Is once again with Eden blest,
And man contains it in his breast.

The tribute of a tear be mine,

A simple song, a sigh profound.
There Faith shall come-a pilgrim grey,
To bless the tomb that wraps thy clay:
And calm Religion shall repair
To dwell a weeping hermit there.

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WOMAN SPEAKER.

Our vows are heard! Long, long to mortal eyes,
Her oul was fitting to its ndred skies:
Celestial-like her bounty fell,

Where modest want and patient sorrow dwell,
Want pass'd for merit at her door,
Unseen the modest were supplied,
Her constant pity fed the poor,-

Then only poor, indeed, the day she died.
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And art exhausts profusion round,

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Truth, Fortitude, and Friendship, shall agree
To blend their virtues while they think of thee!

AIR.-CHORUS.-POMPOSO.

Let us-let all the world agree,
To profit by resembling thee.

PART II.

OVERTURE.-PASTORALE.

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MAN SPEAKER.

FAST by that shore where Thames'1 translucent stream
R ects new glories on his breast,
Where, splendid as the youthful poet's dream,

He forms a scene beyond Elysium blest―
Where sculptur'd elegance and native grace
Unite to stamp the beauties of the place;
While, sweetly blending, still are seen
The wavy lawn, the sloping green-

While novelty, with cautious cunning,
Through every maze of fancy running,
From China borrows aid to deck the scene-
There, sorrowing by the river's glassy bed,
Forlorn, a rural band complain'd,
All whom AUGUSTA's bounty fed,

All whom her clemency sustain'd;
The good old sire, unconscious of decay,
The modest matron, clad in home-spun grey,
The military boy, the orphan'd maid,
The shatter'd veteran, now first dismay'd,—
These sadly join beside the murmuring deep,
And, as they view the towers of Kew,
Call on their mistress-now no more-and weep.

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The scene is Kew Palace, where the Princess resided, and the gardens of which she greatly improved, employing the famous architectgardener of the time, Chambers (afterwards Sir William), for the purpose.-ED.

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