II. RECITATIVE. From yonder realms of empyrean day There sit the sainted sage, the bard divine, Thro' every unborn age, and undiscover'd clime. Yet hither oft a glance from high They send of tender sympathy To bless the place, where on their opening soul 'Twas Milton struck the deep-toned shell, III. AIR. "Ye brown o'er-arching groves, That Contemplation loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight! Oft at the blush of dawn I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia silver-bright IV. RECITATIVE. But hark! the portals sound, and pacing forth High potentates, and dames of royal birth, Great Edward, with the lilies on his brow From haughty Gallia torn, And sad Chatillon, on her bridal morn That wept her bleeding Love, and princely Clare, And Anjou's heroine, and the paler rose, The rival of her crown and of her woes, And either Henry there, The murder'd saint, and the majestic lord, ACCOMPANIED. All that on Granta's fruitful plain V. QUARTETTC. "What is grandeur, what is power? What the bright reward we gain? VI. RECITATIVE. Foremost and leaning from her golden cloud "Welcome, my noble son (she cries aloud), AIR. Thy liberal heart, thy judging eye, D |