What tho' I trace each herb and flow'r, That drinks the morning dew, Did I not own JEHOVAH'S pow'r, How vain were all I knew! GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Mr. LIDDELL. Ye shepherds, tell me, have you seen My Flora pass this way? In shape and feature beauty's queen, In pastoral array. Mazzinghi. A wreath around her head she wore, And in her hand a crook she bore, And sweets her breath compose. The beauteous wreath, that decks her head, Hands lilly white, lips crimson red, CONCERTO. SONG. Master TIDMAN. O sing, sweet bird, from that lov'd strain A transient bliss I feel, To lull that sorrow which in vain I labour to conceal. From Sylvia torn, whose vocal pow'r That if misfortune damp my love, Or yield me up to care, Thy lay may rouse my soul, and prove SIMPHONY. Avison. Mazzinghi. Pleyel. ACT II. CONCERTO, Organ, 4th. Mr. VICARY. Handel. SONG. Miss HAINES. On that lone bank where Lubin died Fair Rosalie, a wretched maid, Sat weeping o'er the cruel tide, Faithful to her Lubin's shade. Oh! may some kind, some gentle wave I'd ever watch his mould'ring clay, His dust I'd place within my breast. Lo! at her feet his corpse was tost, She shriek'd, she clasp'd him, sigh'd, and died! TRIO. 1 Boccherini. GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Mr. LIDDELL. Callcott. Blow, warder, blow thy sounding horn, And thy banner wave on high, For the Christians have fought in the holy land, And have won the victory. Loud, loud the warder blew his horn, And his banner wav'd on high: Let the mass be sung, and the bells be rung, The warder look'd froin the tow'r on high, As far as he could see; I see a bold knight, and by his red cross, I see a bold knight, and on his shield bright Then down the lord of the castle came, The red-cross knight to meet, And when the red-cross knight he espied Right loving he did him greet: Thou'rt welcome here, dear red-cross knight, For thy fame's well known to me, And the mass shall be sung, and the bells shall be rung, |