SONG, IN ALBION AND ALBANIUS. ALBION, by the nymph attended, Peace and plenty fpread the fails; Crouds of people swarm'd around; Welcome, heaven and earth refound. SONG, IN ALBION AND ALBANIUS. INFERNAL offspring of the Night, And blast the beauteous frame of our victorious foe. 10 SONG, IN ALBION AND ALBANIUS. SEE the god of feas attends thee, 5 SONG, IN ALBION AND ALBANIUS. ALBION, lov'd of gods and men, II. Still thou art the care of heaven, In thy age, when none could aid thee, To the brink of danger driven, Still thou art the care of heaven. 5 10 SONG, IN KING ARTHUR, Where a battle is fuppofed to be given behind the scenes, with drums, trumpets, and military fhouts and excurfions; after which, the Britons, expreffing their joy for the victory, fing this fong of triumph. COME, if you dare, our trumpets found ; We come, we come, we come, we come, Now they charge on amain, Now they rally again: The gods from above the mad labour behold, Now the victory's won, To the plunder we run: 5 10 We return to our laffes like fortunate traders, Triumphant with spoils of the vanquish'd invaders. 16 |