Let Cinthia give up her Reign of the Night, And abscond in the foamy seas; The Princess that power must claim as her right, If Beauty has power to please: The Goddess confest, All our hearts has possest; And will more every Age o'ercome, By her temper that charms, And adorably warms, And her brace of young Angels at home. Shine out then bright Star, and whilst Nations from far, All unite to applaud thy worth; We sounding our joys, With a general voice, Bless the Day that first gave the Birth: To George and his race, Let Pretenders give place, Wheresoe'er they are known or seen, And when he soars on high, twill to them be some joy; Who survive to see thee a Queen.
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An Ode on the Anniversary of the Queens-Birth. Set to Musick by Mr. Henry Purcel, April 30th, 1690.
ARise my Muse, and to thy tuneful Lyre,
Compose a mighty Ode:
Whose Charming Nature may Inspire
The Bosom of some listning God
To Consecrate, thy bold Advent'rous Verse,
And Gloriana's Fame disperse
O're the Wide Confines of the Universe;
Ye Sons of Musick raise your Voices high:
And like your Theme be your blest Harmony:
