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SYLVIA.

RECITAT I V E.

O prudent Sage forgive the zeal
Of thoughtless youth. With thee I feel,
The glories now Arcadia shares
May but embitter future cares.

Oh mighty Pan! attend Arcadia's voice, Inspire, direct, and fanctify his choice.

A I R.

So

may all thy sylvan train,

Dryad, nymph, and rustic faun, To the pipe and merry ftrain,

Trip it o'er the russet lawn! May no thorn or bearded grass Hurt their footsteps as they pass,

Whilft

Whilst in gambols round and round
They sport it o'er the shaven ground !

Though thy Syrinx, like a dream,

Flying at the face of day, Vanish'd in the limpid stream,

Bearing all thy hopes away, If again thy heart should burn,

In carefsing,

Bleft, and blessing, May'st thou find a wish'd return.

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O mighty Pan! attend Arcadia’s voice, Inspire, direct, and fanctify his choice.

[A dance of huntsmen and huntresses.

DA MÆT AS

D AM ÆTA S.

RECITATIVE.

Peace, shepherds, peace, with jocund air,
Which speaks a heart unknown to care,
Young Delia hastes. The glad surprize
Of rapture flashing from her eyes.

Enter D E LI A.

DE L I A.

A I R.

Shepherds, shepherds, come away;
Sadness were a fin to-day.
Let the pipe's merry notes aid the skill of the voice;
For our wishes are crown'd, and our hearts shall rejoice.

Rejoice, and be glad ;
For sure he is mad

Who

Nn

Who, where mirth and good humour, and harmony's

found, Never catches the smile, nor lets pleasure go round.

Let the stupid be grave,
'Tis the vice of the slave ;
But can never agree

With a maiden like me,
Who is born in a country that's happy and free.

DA MÆTAS.

RECITATI V E.

What means this rapture, Delia ? Shew
Th'event our bofoms burn to know.

DEL I A.

Now as I trod yon verdant fide,
Where Ladon rolls its silver tide,
All gayly deck'd in gorgeous state,
Sail'd a proud barge of richest freight :

Where

Where sat a nymph, more fresh and fair
Than blossoms which the morning air
Steals perfume from; the modest grace
Of maiden blush bespread her face.
Hither it made, and on this strand
Pour'd its rich freight for shepherds' land.
Ladon, for this, smooth flow thy tide!
The precious freight was Thyrsis' bride.

D A M A T A S.

RECITAT I V E.

Stop, shepherds, if aright I hear,
The sounds of joy proclaim them near :
Lets meet them, friends, I'll lead the way;
Joy makes me young again to-day.

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