SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY, 1687. I. FROM harmony, from heavenly harmony This univerfal frame began : And cou'd not heave her head, The tuneful voice was heard from high, Then cold, and hot, and moift, and dry, And Mufic's power obey.. From harmony, from heavenly harmony From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, 5 10 15 Ver. 1. From harmony,] The picture of Jubal in the fecond ftanza is finely imagined; but this Ode is loft in the luftre of the fubfequent one upon this fubject. Dr. J. WARTON. II. What paffion cannot Music raise and quell? 20 Lefs than a God they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that fhell, That spoke so sweetly and fo well. What paffion cannot Music raise and quell? And mortal alarms. The double double double beat Of the thundering drum Cries, hark! the foes come; Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat. IV. The foft complaining flute In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whofe dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute. V. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and defperation, Depth of pains, and height of paffion, For the fair, difdainful, dame. VI. But oh! what art can teach, What human voice can reach, The facred organ's praise? Notes infpiring holy love, Notes that wing their heavenly ways To mend the choirs above. VII. Orpheus could lead the favage race; But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher: 40 45 50 Ver. 37. Sharp violins] It is a judicious remark of Mr. Mafon, that Dryden with propriety gives this epithet to the inftrument; becaufe, in the poet's time, they could not have arrived at that delicacy of tone, even in the hands of the best masters, which they now have in thofe of an inferior kind. See Effays on English Church Mufick, by the Rev. W. Mason, M. A. Precentor of York, 12mo. 1795, p. 218. TODD. GRAND CHORUS. As from the power of facred lays 55 60 SONG. FAREWELL, FAIR ARMIDA*. FAREWELL, fair Armida, my joy and grief, my In vain I have lov'd you, and hope no relief; This fong, written on the death of Captain Digby, has been given by Mr. Malone in his Life of Dryden, on account, he fays, of its not having been preferv'd in Dryden's works, and being found entire only in a Scarce Mifcellany, viz. Covent Garden Drollery." I muft, however, obferve, that the Song is printed entire in New Court-Songs and Poems, by R. V. Gent. 8vo. 1672, p. 78. In this collection the fecond line runs thus :— "In vain I have lov'd you, and find no relief,” The fixth, "A fate which in pity, &c." The twelfth, "My fate from your fight, &c." An answer from Armida, as she is called, follows the Song in this collection; but it is not worth citing. The ridiculous parody on this Song in the REHEARSAL is too well known to require copying here. But the following ludicrous stanza, which I have feen in MS. and which is a coeval parody on Dryden's Song to Armida, deferves to be cited :— "Or if the king pleafe that I may, at his charge, |