TO THE MOON. GLEE for Four Voices. HINDLE. QUEEN of the silver bow! by thy pale beam, And watch thy shadows trembling in the stream, That in thy orb the wretched may have rest. GLEE for Four Voices. Sir G. T. SMART. QUEEN of the Skies! who silver'st wide Here, muffled dark in horrors dread, O hear O guide these 'wilder'd feet Give him-O ere with life he part Give him, to lull these wild alarms— Once more to soothe this dying heart Once more to bless his Melna's arms! THE MALTESE MARINERS' HYMN, For Thrce Voices. QUEEN of the seas! ordain'd to prove Our dear Redeemer's filial love, O beata Virgine! Whene'er the beating tempest roars, Whene'er the rolling billows sleep, Ye white-cross-knights, the sacred train, O beata Virgine! Dr. Kett. GLEE for Four Voices. J. S. SMITH.-Prize, 1777. RETURN, blest days! return, ye laughing hours! Which led me up the roseate steep of youth; Which strew'd my simple path with vernal flow'rs, And bade me court chaste science and fair truth. Witness, ye winged daughters of the year, If e'er a sigh, had learnt to heave my breast, If e'er my cheek was conscious of a tear, Till Cynthia came, and robb'd my soul of rest. So soft, so delicate, so sweet she came, Youth's damask glow just dawning on her cheek; 1 gaz'd, I sigh'd, I caught the tender flame, Felt the fond pang, and droop'd with passion weak. Dr. Percy. GLEE for Four Voices. S. WEBBE.-Prize, 1777. RISE, my joy! sweet mirth attend, I'm resolv'd to be thy friend; Sneaking Phoebus hides his head, Tho' he will not on me shine, S. Webbe. MADRIGAL for Four Voices. RETURN, return, my lovely maid, HUTCHINSON. For summer's pleasures pass away; GLEE for Four Voices. S. PAXTON.-Prize, 1781. ROUND the hapless André's urn Let a soldier's manly form, Guard the vase his ashes bears; Truth, in living sorrow warm, Fame, his praise upon thy wing, In the service of his king, In his country's cause he fell. Miss Seward. |