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Our willing soul resigns to thee,
By thee 'tis led at every turn,
And even joys with thee to mourn ; Quick as its thoughts at every sound flies out, And hovers o'er the trembling accent of each dying note.
To Music and Cecilia's name
ST. CECILIA'S DAY.
BY JOHN OLDHAM, B. A.
Begin the song, your instruments advance,
Tune the voice, and tune the flute,
Touch the silent sleeping lute, And make the strings to their own measures dance. Bring gentlest thoughts that into language glide, Bring softest words that into numbers slide :
Let every hand and every tongue
To make the noble concert throngLet all in one harmonious note agree
To frame the mighty song, For this is Music's sacred jubilee.
Hark, how the waken’d strings resound,
And break the yielding air !
Each pulse beats time, and every
heart With tongue and fingers bears à part.
By Harmony's entrancing power, When we are thus wound up to ecstacy ;
Methinks we mount, methinks we tour, And seem to antedate our future bliss on high.
How dull were life, how hardly worth our care,
But for the charms that Music lends!
How faint its pleasures would appear,
Without the sweets of melody,
Who would not give it up to death,
Music's the cordial of a troubled breast,
Music does all our joy refine,
'Tis that gives rapture to our love, And wings devotion to a pitch divine; 'Tis our chief bliss on earth, and half our Heaven above.
Come then, with tuneful throat and string,
Let's sing to blest Cecilia's fame, That grac'd this art, and gave this day its name ;
With music, wine and mirth conspire To bear a concert, and make up the choir !
ST. CECILIA'S DAY.
BY THO, SHADWELL, ESQ. 1690.
O sacred Harmony, prepare our lays,
Join, all ye glorious instruments around,
You did at first the warring atoms join,
The universe you fram'd, you still sustain ;
It does your most transcendent glory prove,