He comes pursuant to divine decree, To chain the strong, and set the captive free. Chorus of YOUTHS. Rise to transports past expressing, Chorus of VIRGINS. Cyrus comes, the world redressing, Semi-Chorus. Hail to him with mercy reigning, Last Chorus. But chief to Thee, our God, defender, friend, O Thou, without beginning, without end, THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS.1 SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES. SPOKEN AND SUNG IN THE GREAT ROOM IN SOHO SQUARE, THURSDAY, FEB. 20, 1772. ADVERTISEMENT. THE following may more properly be termed a compilation than a poem. It was prepared for the composer in little more than two days; and may therefore rather be considered as an industrious effort of gratitude than of genius. In justice to the composer, it may likewise be right to inform the public that the music was adapted in a period of time equally short. SPEAKERS. MR. LEE AND MRS. BELLAMY. SINGERS. MR. CHAMPNES, MR. DINE, AND MISS JAMESON. The music prepared and adapted by Signor Vento. 1 This poem was first printed by Mr. Chalmers from a copy given by Goldsmith to his friend, Joseph Cradock, Esq. of Gumley, author of Zobeide, &c., and lent to Mr. Chalmers by Mr. Nicholls. v. Br. Poets, vol. xvi. p. 509. THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS. OVERTURE A SOLEMN DIRGE. AIR TRIO. ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, And waken every note of woe! When truth and virtue reach the skies, 'Tis ours to weep the want below. CHORUS. When truth and virtue, &c. MAN SPEAKER. The praise attending pomp and power, Are but the trappings of an hour, Mere transitory things. The base bestow them; but the good agree To spurn the venal gifts as flattery. But when to pomp and power are join'd An equal dignity of mind; When titles are the smallest claim; When wealth, and rank, and noble blood, But aid the power of doing good, Then all their trophies last to fame. and flattery turns Blest spirit thou, whose fame, just born to bloom, Alas! they never had thy hate: Thy towering mind self-centred stood, Like some well-fashion'd arch thy patience stood, SONG. BY A MAN-AFFETUOSO. Virtue, on herself relying, |