For the Year, 1706/7.

Set by Mr. XIMENES, and Performed at the Castle of Dublin.

Chorus.
HAIL Happy Day,
When thy Beams thou dost Display,
Grief Erects her drooping Head,

Vers. Mr. Warren.
Cloudy Cares are chas’d away,
And Joys in Golden rounds Succeed:

Vers. Mr. Hodge, and Chorus.
The laughing Hours before thee Fly,
With blooming Sweets to Bless the Earth,
Whilst to the listening World FAME tells the Joy,
Does all her loudest Tongues employ,
And claps her Wings for ANNA’s Birth.

Vers. Mr. Chumnes.
At Her Approach all Heav’n was glad,
The Spheres new Tun’d went on their Joyful round.
Angels with their Wings Display’d,
To Earth convey’d the welcome Sound,
To ANNA’s Praise their Golden Harps were strung,
Her Name gave Sweetness to the Song.

Chorus.
With Symphony Divine they Play’d,
Officious LOVES prepared the way.
Ambrosial Odours round Her spread,
And scatter’d Graces where She lay;

Vers. Mr. Warren.
Her Birth Auspicious Omens Blest
Each Bird obscene far thence was chas’d,
Halcyons and Doves flew round Her Bow’r,
And Happy Constellations Rul’d that Hour.

Vers. Two Voices.
There Love and Truth Her tender Mind possest,
The Seeds of growing Virtues there were lay’d,
Her Eyes bright Rays of Majesty confest,
And beams of Glory Crown’d Her Infant Head.

Vers. Mr. Warren.
The FATES about Her Cradle stood.
Proclaim’d She should be Great and Good:
And as the Thread of Life they Spun,
By Heav’ns peculiar Care ’twas wrought,
Made smooth, and long, and firm to run,
But Stain’d with no reproachful Fau’t.

Grand Corus.
They Sung the Scepter of our State,
Sway’d by a Womans Hand,
The Fierce, the Cruel, and Unjustly Great,
The Haughty Gaul’s aspiring Fate,
Submitting to Her High Command.