Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, And sounding lyre, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire. At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Or both divide the crown : SONG FOR SAINT CECILIA'S DAY. FROM Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When Nature underneath a heap And could not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry And Music's power obey. From harmony, from heavenly harmony From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, What passion cannot music raise and quell? His listening brethren stood around, Less than a God they thought there could not dwell That spoke so sweetly and so well. What passion cannot Music raise and quell? The trumpet's loud clangor Excites us to arms, With shrill notes of anger And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries "Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!' The soft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs and desperation, Fury, frantic indignation, Depth of pains, and height of passion For the fair disdainful dame. But oh what art can teach, What human voice can reach The sacred organ's praise? Notes that wing their heavenly ways Orpheus could lead the savage race, But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher : Mistaking Earth for Heaven! "LOVE STILL HAS SOMETHING." BY SIR CHARLES SEDLEY.-1639-1701. [SIR CHARLES SEDLEY was born at Aylesford, in Kent, in 1639, and was educated at Oxford. He was one of the leading wits of the Court of Charles II., where he squandered his estates, his time, and his moral character. But in his latter years he redeemed his reputation; and opposed, in Parliament, the arbitrary measures of James II. His daughter was the mistress of that monarch, who made her Countess of Dorchester; and when Sedley was asked why he promoted the Revolution, he replied that he did it out of gratitude; for since the king made his daughter a countess, it was fit that he should make the king's daughter a queen. He died in 1701.] LOVE still has something of the sea, From whence his mother rose; No time his slaves from doubt can free, They are becalm'd in clearest days, One while they seem to touch the port, At first disdain and pride they fear, By such decrees to joy they come, |