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GLEE for Three Voices.

Wm. Dixon. Hark the merry pipe and tabor,

Lead the festive dance along ; Let us now, forgeting labour,

Haste to join the jocund throng.

See the garland now advancing,

Deck'd with flow'rets fresh and gay ; Borne by beauteous 'Bella dancing, Thus to hail the first of May.

Wm. Dixon.

ELEGY for Four Voices.

S. Webbe, Jun. Tears o'er my parted Thirzas grave I shed, Affections fondest tribute to the dead; Oh! flow


bitter sorrows o'er her shrine, Pledge of the love that bound her soul to mine. Break, break my heart, o'ercharg'd with bursting woe, An empty offering to the shades below; Ah! plant regretted-Death's remorseless pow'r, With dust unfruitful choak’d thy full blown flow'r; Take earth the gentle inmate to thy breast, And, soft embosom’d, bid my Thirza rest.

From the Greek Anthology.

GLEE for Three Voices.

T. ATTWOOD. In mason's hearts let joy abound ! Let a fraternal health go round! Fill all the bowls up, fill them high, Fill all the goblets there, for why, When masons meet, should they be dry ? Why, sons of candour, tell me why?

Our work is done-we've fed the poor,
We've chas'd the wolf from sorrow's door :
Then fill the bowls up, fill them high,
Fill all the goblets there, for why
Should ev'ry mortal drink but I ?
Why, sons of morals, tell me why?

Altered by J. Perry from Cowley.

GLEE for Four Voices. Welcome, friends of harmony,

Welcome, brethren of the song; Welcome to your old retreat,

Where music still delights her throng. Here we raise the vocal lay, 148*IT: PA2

Emulous of your design, fortepiteli
Here the social glass goes round ;,

Friendship and harmony combine.
Mirth and music haste away,
To celebrate this cheerful day.


GLEE for Four Voices.

T: ATTWOOD. Bright o'er the green hill rose the morning ray,

The wood-lark's song resounded o'er the plain ;
Fair nature felt the warm embrace of day,

And smil'd thro’ all her animated reign.
When young Delight, of Hope and Fancy horn,

His head on tufted wild thyme half reclin'd,
Caught the gay colours of the orient morn,

And thence of life this picture vain design'd. O born to thought! to pleasure more sublime

Than beings of inferior nature prove ! To triumph in the golden hours of time,

And feel the charms of Fancy and of Love! High favour'd man! for him unfolding fair,

In orient light this native landscape smiles ; For him sweet Hope disarms the hand of Care,

Exalts his pleasures and his grief beguiles.

GLEE for Three Voices.

WM. HORSLEY, M.B. Dear innocence! where'er thou deign’st to dwell, The pleasures sport around thy simple cell,

The song of nature melts from grove to grove;
Perpetual sunshine sits upon thy vale,
Content and health thy rural hamlet hail,
And echo waits upon the voice of love.

P. Pindar.

MASONIC ODE for Four Voices.

Adapted to Music by RICHARD CLARK. 'Tis masonry unites mankind,

To gen'rous actions forms the soul ; In friendly converse all conjoin'd,

One spirit animates the whole,

Where e'er aspiring domes arise,

Where ever sacred altars stand ; Those altars blaze unto the skies,

Those domes proclaim the mason's hand.


As passions rough the soul disguise,

'Till science cultivates the mind; So the rude stone unshapen lies,

'Till by the mason's art refin'd.

Tho' still our chief concern and care,

Be to deserve a brotber's name ; Yet ever mindful of the fair,

Their kindest influence we claim.

Let wretches at our manhood rail,

Bat they who once our order prove, Will own that we, who build so well,

With equal energy can love,

Sing brethren then the craft divine,

Best band of social joy and mirth; With cboral sound, and cheerful wine,

Proclaim its virtaa o'er the earth


J. B. Sale. Gay being born to flutter thro' the day,

Sport in the sunshine of the present hour; On the sweet rose thy painted wings display,

And cull the fragrance of the op'ning flower.

Time hastens on, the summer ends too soon,

Take then the rosy minutes as they fly; For soon, alas ! your little life is gone,

To-day you sparkle, and to-morrow die.

GLEE for Four Voices. C. S. Evans, of His Majesty's Chapels Royal. Composed for the Dinner given at the City of London

Tavern, Tuesday, Dec. 14, 1813, to celebrate the

Deliverance of Holland from the Yoke of France. Fill to the brim, and let the goblet's face Smile with the spark’ling purple

-Drink My friends—the health--

66 OUR COUNTRY,” Ever may she prove the rock of liberty, , And her brave sons, to distantages, Emulate your zeal.

Joseph Plackett,

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