Conamur, tenues, Grandia,
Laudes Egregii Caesaris -------------
Hic Dies vere mihi Festus, atras
Eximer Curas, Ego nec tumultum,
Nec mori per vim metuam, tenente
Caesare terras ------------------- Hor.
By the Revd. MATTHEW PILKINGTON, A. M.
Set to Musick by Matthew Dubourg, Master of the Musick attending His Majesty’s State in Ireland.

Printed for George Ewing, at the Angel and Bible in Dame-Street, 1734.

An / ODE / To be performed at the / Castle of DUBLIN, / October the 30th. 1734 &c.

Recit. GREAT, inexhausted Source of Day,
Bright Parent of the genial Ray,
Unfold thy purest Beams of Light,
And bring with thee, enliv’ning Pow’r!
Each silver-wing’d, each blissful Hour,
Joy-creating, rob’d in White.

Aria. Like thee AUGUSTUS reigns below,
From him diffusive Blessings flow,
And cloath’d with Grandure, Glory, Love,
He emulates thy Reign above.

Aria. ‘Wake the Soul-enchanting Lute,
The warbling Lyre, the breathing Flute,
And touch the Viol into Sound:
With Joy let ev’ry Voice proclaim,
GEORGE, the fav’rite Son of Fame,
With all exalted Virtues crown’d.
Da Capo.

Recit. This Day be sacred o’er the Earth,
The Day that gave AUGUSTUS Birth.

Aria. Plenty, drest in Smiles appears,
And Learning, beauteous Child of Peace,
Her heav’nly Form, delighted, rears,
And Pleasure sports in ev’ry Face:
Those Blessings, which unceasing flow
From his bounteous Hand,
Let proud Oppressing Tyrants know
To bless, is nobler than Command.
Da Capo.

Aria. Ye ever-watchful guardian Po’rs
Who fondly round AUGUSTUS wait,
Bid the smiling, circling, Hours
Waft new Glories to his State;
On Him let ev’ry Blessing flow
That Man can hope, or Heav’n bestow.

Recit. Heav’n, to grace his Throne inclin’d,
Created, with exactest Care,
CARLOLINE, surpassing Fair,
And stamp’d Perfection on her Mind.

Aria. Worthy over Hearts to reign
Beauty’s hand thy Person drest,
The Graces too a blooming Train,
In ev’ry Feature Smile confest;
Ev’ry Charm, and Gift Divine,
Lives in Gracious CAROLINE.
Da Capo.

Aria. O Fate! To crown the Glorious Scene,
Preserve the Princely Race with Care,
For, there the Parent Virtues reign,
And all our Blooming Hopes are there:
Let them thro’ rising Ages Shine,
And bless like GEORGE and CAROLINE.
Da Capo.

Chorus. We ask no more, propitious Fate!
Peculiar Blessings for our State,
That Plenty, Wealth, and Peace may smile,
And pour Abundance o’er our Isle:
But her, O! hear Hibernia’s Pray’r,
Preserve and guard the Royal Pair,
In that, kind Heav’n will give us more
Exalted Glory, Wealth, and Fame,
Than e’er adorn’d Britannia’s Name,
Or ever blest the World before.

F I N I S