A Song for St. Caecilia's Day, Nov. 22. 1686 Written by Mr. Tho. Flatman: And Composed by Mr. Isaac Blackwell |
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A SONG for St. CÆCILIA's Day, Nov. 22. 1686.
I.
From those pure, those blest Abodes,Where none but Tuneful Spirits dwell,
Or Gods, or like to Gods,
That did on Earth in Harmony Excel,
Descend ye Powers on this illustrious Day,
Devoted to the bright Cæcilia;
Inspire us how to Sing, and how to Play;
Transport us with Seraphick Fire,
While our Ambicious Voice we raise,
Full of Wonder, full of Praise,
And boldly touch the trembling Lyre.
II.
Humble Song Advance! Arise!Of Laurels, Palms, and Triumphs Sing,
Of Crowns that dazle mortal Eyes,
Crowns obtain'd by suffering,
Divine Cæcilia be thy lofty Theme;
Sing Her Immortal Diadem;
Sing aloud Her Heavenly Race,
The Raptures of Her Soul, the Glories of Her Face,
And what we Sing aloud
Let Eccho double from a beamy Cloud.
III.
Think on Cæcilia you that beEnamour d of Angelick Symphony:
Think with a pious Rage,
On this our weary Pilgrimage;
This Vale of Tears, this heavy load of Life,
And contend to be as free,
And as easie as She,
Void of sorrow, void of strife:
Thus o're-whelm'd with Joy and Love,
You need not envy those above.
CHORUS.
Then while we are here, let us innocent be,And as frolick as Musick can make us,
That when we must waft o're this troublesom Sea,
And the Monarch of Terrours o'retake us,
We may practice Above, what we dote on beneath,
Loud Anthems of Life, in defiance of Death.
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