Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep;
And let fome strange mysterious dream
Wave at his Wings in airy stream,
Of lively portraiture difplay'd,
Softly on my eye-lids laid:

And, as I wake, fweet mufick breathe
Above, about, or underneath,

Sent by fome fpirit to mortals good,
Or th' unfeen Genius of the Wood.
But let my due feet never fail
To walk the ftudious Cloyster's pale,
And love the high embowed Roof,
With antique Pillars mafly proof,
And storied Windows richly dight,
Cafting a dim religious light:
There let the pealing Organ blow,
To the full-voic'd Choir below,
In Service high, and Anthems clear,

As may with fweetnefs through mine ear
Diffolve me into extafies,

And bring all Heav'n before mine eyes.
And may at last my weary age
Find out the peaceful hermitage,
The hairy Gown, and moffy Cell,
Where I may fit, and rightly spell
Of every Star that heav'n doth fhew,
And every Herb that fips the dew;
Till old experience do attain
To fomething like Prophetic ftrain.
Thefe pleasures, Melancholy, give,
And I with thee will choofe to live.

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OOK Nymphs, and Shepherds look!
What fudden blaze of Majesty

Is that which we from hence defcry,

Too divine to be mistook?

This, this is the

To whom our vows and wishes bend,
Here our folemn fearch hath end."

Fame, that her high worth to raise,
Seem'd erft fo lavish and profufe,
We may juftly now accufe
Of detraction from her praise;
Lefs than half we find expreft,
Envy bid conceal the reft.
Mark what radiant state she spreads,
In circle round her shining throne,

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Shooting her beams like filger threads and
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Mother of a hundred gods,

Juno dares not give her odds;

Who had thought this clime had held

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Divine Alpheus, who by fecret fluce,
Stole under Seas to meet his Arethufe ;
And ye the breathing Rofes of the Wood,
Fair filver-bufkin'd Nymphs as great and good,
I know, this queft of yours, and free intent
Was all in honour and devotion meant
To the great Miftrefs of yon princely thrine,
Whom with low reverence I adore as mine,
And with all helpful fervice will comply
To further this night's glad folemnity;
And lead ye, where ye may more near behold
What fhallow-fearching Fame hath left untold:
Which I full oft amidst thefe fhades alone

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And from the Boughs Brush off the evil dewo
And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blue,
Or what the crofs dire-looking Planet finites,
Or hurtful Worm with canker'd venom bites, du ald
When Ev'ning gray doth rife, I fetch my round
Over the

the mount, and all this hallow'd ground,
And early, ere the odorous breath of morn
Awakes the dumb'ring leaves, or taffer'd hors
Shakes the high thicket, hafte I all about,
Number my ranks, and vifit every prout
With puiffant words, and murmurs made to blefs
But slfe in deep of night, when drowsiness
Hath lockt up mortal Senfe, then liften
To the celeftial Sirens harmony,

That fit upon the nine enfolded Spheres,
And fing to those that hold the vital thears,,
And turn the Adamantine fpindle round,

On which the fate of gods and men is wound

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Such fweet compulfion doth in mufick lie, ba To lull the daughters of Neceffity,

And keep unfteady Nature to her law,

And the low world in meafur'd motion dray
After the heavenly tune, which none can hear
Of humane mould with grofs unpurged ear;

And

And yet fuch mufick worthieft were to blaze
The peerless height of her immortal praise,
Whofe luftre leads us, and for her most fit,
If my inferior hand or voice could hit
Inimitable founds: yet as we go,
What-e'er the skill of teffer gods can fhow,
I will affay, her worth to celebrate;
And fo attend ye tow'rd her glittering Aate":
Where ye may all that are of noble stem
Approach, and kifs her facred vestures hem.-

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ER the fmooth enamel'd green,
Where no print of step hath been,
Follow me, as I fing,

And touch the warbled ftring.

Under the fhady roof

Of branching Elm ftar-proof,
Follow me.

I will bring you where the fits,
Clad in fplendor, as befits
Her Deity.

Such a rural Queen

All Arcadia hath not feen.

Nymphs and Shepherds, dance no more

By fandy Ladon's lillied banks;

On old Lycæus, or Cyllene hoar

Trip no more in twilight ranks : Though Erymanth your lofs deplore,

A better foil fhall give ye thanks.

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