This Song being Set after the Italian Manner, requir’d / the Recitativo-Parts to be writ in Blank Verse, closing (for / the most Part) with a dissylable, the Rest in Roundo-Me- / tres or Da-Capo’s, as the Italians call them.

Sung by Mr. Elford and Mr. Weely.

First Voice.
Fair as the morning, as the Morning Early,
Behold the Rural Graces all attending
To Celebrate and Dress the Sacred Bow’r.

2d Vo. O ’tis Just and a Religious Duty;
But, ah! I fear the Loit’ring Spring will fail ye,
And Britain’s Soil’s too cold for such a Garland.
1st Vo. Your Fears are vain; for warmer Climes present us
Ambrosial Fragrancy beyond our Wishes,
The Syrian Lilly, and the Sharon Rose.
2d Vo. Then, then shall be the fragrant Wreath completed:
’Tis done. I see ’em plac’d in wond’rous Order,
Like a fair Bride the Royal Bow’r adorning.

ANNA’s Glories let us sing,
Winter will create a Spring;
Mars will make his Thunder cease,
List’ning to the Songs of Peace;
All that’s Innocent and Gay
Smile upon the Royal Day:
ANNA’s Glories let us sing,
Winter will create a Spring.

1stVo. O for a Charm to fix the flying Season,
And keep the happy Day’s delightful Minutes.
2d Vo. Alas! You Dream, no Spell has Pow’r to stay ’em
The precious Moments, while they bless they leave us.
1st Vo. Let’s try what Musick can to stop their Progress;
Musick that once could make the Marble Quarry
To dance and leap into the Theban Wall,
May stop the Speed of Time; and when we’ve caught him,
We’ll sing and laugh, and laugh and sing to charm him.
2d Vo. And if this Project fail, we’ll break his Glass,
And clip his Wings, to keep him always by us.

Earth, and Sea, and Air conspire
All to answer your Desire;
Bow’rs of Bliss, and always growing,
New Supplies of Pleasure make;
Balmy Breezes ever blowing,
Keep the smiling Joys awake.
Earth, and Sea, and Air conspire
All to answer your Desire.

1st Vo. To Arms, to Arms.
2d Vo. Who calls?
1st Vo. Bellona thunders
A summons to the Battel.
2d Vo. Let her thunder,
And bustling Mars advance in all his Fury,
We bid Defiance.
1st Vo. Dare ye?
2d Vo. Yes, we dare.
1st Vo. By what Commission?
2d Vo. From a Pow’r above ’em.
1st Vo. What Pow’r?
2d Vo. ’Tis ANNA’s Day.
1st Vo. Aye, that will charm ’em;
The gracious Morn, the Holy-day of Nature,
When Rapine, Rage, and Slaughter ought to vanish,
2d Vo. The Drum and Trumpet sleep in solemn Silence.

All Hail to the Morning
Of Nature’s adorning,
The Pride of the Year;
While Envy retire,
And Vertue aspires,
’Tis Paradis here.
All Hail to the Morning, &c.

CHORUS.

Europe bless the Royal Day,
All your Storms are blown away;
From her fiery Chariot hurl’d,
Down you’ll see Ambition go;
And the Troublers of the World,
Down to the deepest Shades below.
Europe bless, &c.

FINIS.