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ODE for the procession, at the end of the fifth act.
Chorus of Priests and Bards.
He's fled, he's gone! th' immortal bard,
Whose song would charm a savage pard,
Fled to return no more!
Parnassus drops its towering head,
Apollo wails the fav'rite dead;
His loss the NINE deplore.

Chorus of Priests and Virgins.
She's fled! the lovely nymph is gone!
Whose charms would fire a breast of stone;
Fled never to return!
Diana and the Cyprian queen,
With ceaseless sighs, and tristful mien,
Their breathless fav'rite mourn.

RECITATIVE.
Bards.
Of temper sweet, of manners mild—

Virgins.
She was a dear, an only child—

Bards.
Such harmony his numbers bless'd—

Virgins.
Such dignity her person grac'd—

Bards.
Such majesty his lays attended—

Virgins.
Such sov'reignty her mein befriended—

Bards.
He was the tuneful sisters' boast—

Virgins.
And of St. Giles's she the toast:—

Bards.
'Mongst wits he claim'd the highest post,—

Virgins.
'Mongst fairest nymphs she rul'd the roast.—

Chorus of Priests, Bards, and Virgins.
He was the tuneful sisters' boast,
And of St. Giles's she the toast;
'Mongst wits he claim'd the highest post,
'Mongst fairest nymphs she rul'd the roast.

DUETTO.
CHORUS.
Britons, mourn! the loss deplore;
Wit and beauty are no more!
Where is now your country's boast?
Fled, alas! forever lost!
Never, never, to return!
Mourn, lamenting Britons, mourn!
Mourn your fate, your loss deplore;
Wit and beauty are no more!