Whofe Prafes Sing? What Charmer's Name Tranfmit Immortal down to Fame? Strike, ftrike thy Strings; let Eccho take the And bear it far, to all the Mountains round: And Hemus too, as when th' Enchanting Voice Of Tuneful Orpheus Charm'd the Grove, Taught Oaks to Dance, and made the Cedars move. II. Nor Venus, nor Diana will we Name, Myra is Venus and Diana too, All that was feign'd of them, apply'd to her, is true: Then Sing, my Mufe let Myra be our Theam. As when the Shepherds do their Garland make They fearch, with pains, the Fragrant Meadows round, Plucking but here and there, and only take The Choiceft Flow'rs, with which fome Nymph is Crown'd. In Framing Myra fo Divinely Fair, Nature has taken the fame care; All that is Lovely, Noble, Good, we fee, III. Where Myra is, there is the Queen of Love, Th' Arcadian Paftures, and the Cyprian Grove. When Myra Walks, fo Charming is her Mien, In every Movement, every Grace is feen. When Myra speaks,so just's the sense and strong, So Sweet the Voice, 'tis like the Mufe's Song. Place me on Mountains of Eternal Snow, Where all is Ice, all Winter Winds that blow; Or caft me underneath the Burning Line, Where everlasting Sun does shine, Where all is fcorcht---Whatever you do decree, Ye Gods, where-ever I shall be, Myra shall still be Lov'd, and still Ador'd by Me SONG. SONG. P' By the fame Author. Repar'd to Rail, Refolv❜d to Part, When I approach the Perjur'd Maid What is it awes my Timorous Heart? Why is my Tongue afraid? With the least Glance a little kind, ; Such wondrous Pow'r have Myra's Charms! She quells my Doubts, Enflaves my Mind, And all my Rage difarms. Forgetful of her broken Vows, When gazing on that Form Divine, 1 Her injur'd Vaffal, trembling bows, Nor dares her Slave Repine. SONG. |