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Cynthia and Endymion.
A CANTATA.
RECIT.
The Silver Moon serenely shone,And Night appear'd as Day;
But—e'er her Course was well begun,
She rudely stole away.
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AIR.
Gentle Orb of Radiant Fire,
Sweet Adorner of the Night!
Why dost thou in Glooms retire,
And conceal thy Glorious Light?
Sweet Adorner of the Night!
Why dost thou in Glooms retire,
And conceal thy Glorious Light?
Scorching Phœbus all the Day,
Reigns, with too Tyrannick heat;
But Fair Cynthia's milder sway,
Is the Shepherd's sole Retreat.
Reigns, with too Tyrannick heat;
But Fair Cynthia's milder sway,
Is the Shepherd's sole Retreat.
RECIT.
Thus in a Melancholy Glade,Endymion hail'd the Heav'nly Maid;
Whose Beams forsook the Clouds with joyful Pride,
While to the Swain, the Goddess thus replied.
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AIR.
Shepherd cease this fond Complaining,
Do not thus ungrateful prove!
You 'gainst Cynthia are exclaiming,
While for you she burns with Love.
Do not thus ungrateful prove!
You 'gainst Cynthia are exclaiming,
While for you she burns with Love.
Bless this happy, kind Occasion,
Bless your more prevailing Charms,
That (without the least persuasion)
Yield a Goddess to your Arms.
Bless your more prevailing Charms,
That (without the least persuasion)
Yield a Goddess to your Arms.
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