FIRST PRIEST. RECITATIVE. All, all is lost. The Syrian army fails, бо 70 Now, now 's our time! ye wretches bold and blind, AIR. O Lucifer, thou son of morn, Alike of Heaven and man the foe; Heaven, men, and all, Now press thy fall, And sink thee lowest of the low. 75 FIRST PROPHET. O Babylon, how art thou fallen! Thy fall more dreadful from delay! Thy streets forlorn To wilds shall turn, Where toads shall pant, and vultures prey. SECOND PROPHET. RECITATIVE. Such be her fate. But listen! from afar 80 The clarion's note proclaims the finish'd war! Cyrus, our great restorer, is at hand, 85 And this way leads his formidable band. Give, give your songs of Sion to the wind, He comes pursuant to divine decree, To chain the strong, and set the captive free. 90 CHORUS OF YOUTHS. Rise to transports past expressing, Cyrus comes, our wrongs redressing, CHORUS OF VIRGINS. Cyrus comes, the world redressing, Comes to soften every pain. SEMI-CHORUS. Hail to him with mercy reigning, Who from bonds our limbs unchaining, THE LAST CHORUS. But chief to Thee, our God, defender, friend, 128 VERSES IN REPLY TO AN INVITATION TO DINNER AT DR. BAKER'S 'This is a poem! This is a copy of verses!' YOUR mandate I got, You may all go to pot; I put off being shaved; For I could not make bold, To meddle in suds, Or to put on my duds; 5 IO |