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See where an army covers all the ground,
Saps the strong wall, and pours destruction round !
The ruin smokes, destruction pours along,

How low the great, how feeble are the strong! · The foe prevails, the lofty walls recline

O God of hosts, the victory is Thine!

Chorus of ISRAELITES.
Down with them, Lord, to lick the dust,

Thy vengeance be begun:
Serve them as they have serv'd the just,

And let thy will be done.

First Priest.

Recitative. All, all is lost. The Syrian army fails, Cyrus, the conqueror of the world, prevails ! The ruin smokes, the torrent pours along,How low the proud, how feeble are the strong ! Save us, O Lord ! to thee, though late, we pray, And give repentance but an hour's delay.

First and Second PRIEST.
Thrice happy, who in happy hour

To heaven their praise bestow,
And own his all-consuming power

Before they feel the blow.

First PROPHET.

Recitative. Now, now's our time! ye wretches bold and blind, Brave but to God, and cowards to mankind ; Too late you seek that power unsought before, Your wealth, your pride, your kingdom, are no more.

Air.
O Lucifer, thou son of morn,
Alike of Heaven and man the foe;

Heaven, men, and all,

Now press thy fall,
And sink thee lowest of the low.

First PROPHET.
O Babylon, how art thou fallen !
Thy fall more dreadful from delay!

Thy streets forlorn

To wilds shall turn,
Where toads shall pant and vultures prey.

Second PROPHET.

Recitative.
Such be her fate! But listen ! from afar
The clarion's note proclaims the finish'd war.
Cyrus, our great restorer, is at hand,
And this way leads his formidable band.
Give, give your songs of Zion to the wind,
And hail the benefactor of mankind :

He comes pursuant to divine decree,
To chain the strong, and set the captive free.

Chorus of YOUTHS.
Rise to transports past expressing,

Sweeter from remember'd woes ;
Cyrus comes, our wrongs redressing,

Comes to give the world repose.

Chorus of Virgins.
Cyrus comes, the world redressing,

Love and pleasure in his train ;
Comes to heighten every blessing,

Comes to soften every pain.

Semi-Chorus.
Hail to him with mercy reigning,

Skill'd in every peaceful art;
Who from bonds our limbs unchaining,

Only binds the willing heart.

Last Chorus.
But chief to Thee, our God, defender, friend,

Let praise be given to all eternity;
O Thou, without beginning, without end,

Let us, and all, begin and end in Thee.

THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS. THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS.1

SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS

THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES.

SPOKEN AND SUNG IN THE GREAT ROOM IN SOHO SQUARE,

TAURSDAY, FEB. 20, 1772.

ADVERTISEMENT.

The following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days ; and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius.

In justice to the composer, it may likewise be right to inform the public that the music was adapted in a period of time equally short.

SPEAKERS.

MR. LEE AND MRS. BELLAMY.

SINGERS.

MR. CHAMPNES, MR. DINE, AND MISS JAMESON. 'The music prepared and adapted by Signor Vento.

1 This poem was first printed by Mr. Chalmers from a copy given by Goldsmith to his friend, Joseph Cradock, Esq. of Gumley, author of Zobeide, &c., and lent to Mr. Chalmers by Mr. Nicholls. v. Br. Poets, vol. xvi. p. 509.

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