IV.

  See the god of seas attends thee,
  Nymphs divine, a beauteous train: 
  All the calmer gales befriend thee
  In thy passage o’er the main: 
  Every maid her locks is binding,
  Every Triton’s horn is winding,
  Welcome to the watery plain.

  V.

  Albion, loved of gods and men,
  Prince of Peace too mildly reigning,
  Cease thy sorrow and complaining,
  Thou shalt be restored again: 
  Albion, loved of gods and men.

  Still thou art the care of heaven,
  In thy youth to exile driven: 
  Heaven thy ruin then prevented,
  Till the guilty land repented: 
  In thy age, when none could aid thee,
  Foes conspired, and friends betray’d thee. 
  To the brink of danger driven,
  Still thou art the care of heaven.

* * * * *

  XVII.

  SONGS IN KING ARTHUR.

Where a battle is supposed to be given behind the scenes, with drums, trumpets, and military shouts and excursions; after which, the Britons, expressing their joy for the victory, sing this song of triumph.

  I.

  Come, if you dare, our trumpets sound;
  Come, if you dare, the foes rebound: 
  We come, we come, we come, we come,
  Says the double, double, double beat of the thundering drum. 
    Now they charge on amain,
    Now they rally again: 
  The gods from above the mad labour behold,
  And pity mankind, that will perish for gold. 
  The fainting Saxons quit their ground,
  Their trumpets languish in the sound: 
  They fly, they fly, they fly, they fly;
  Victoria, Victoria, the bold Britons cry. 
    Now the victory’s won,
    To the plunder we run: 
  We return to our lasses like fortunate traders,
  Triumphant with spoils of the vanquish’d invaders.

  II.

  MAN SINGS.

  O sight, the mother of desires,
  What charming objects dost thou yield! 
    ’Tis sweet, when tedious night expires,
  To see the rosy morning gild
    The mountain-tops, and paint the field! 
  But when Clarinda comes in sight,
  She makes the summer’s day more bright;
  And when she goes away, ’tis night.

  CHORUS.

  When fair Clarinda comes in sight, &c.

  WOMAN SINGS.

  ’Tis sweet the blushing morn to view;
  And plains adorn’d with pearly dew: 
  But such cheap delights to see,
    Heaven and nature
    Give each creature;
  They have eyes, as well as we;

  This is the joy, all joys above,
    To see, to see,
    That only she,
  That only she we love!

  CHORUS.

  This is the joy, all joys above, &c.

  III.

  Two daughters of this aged stream are we;
  And both our sea-green locks have comb’d for thee;
  Come bathe with us an hour or two,
  Come naked in, for we are so: 
  What danger from a naked foe? 
  Come bathe with us, come bathe, and share
  What pleasures in the floods appear;
  We’ll beat the waters till they bound,
  And circle round, around, around,
  And circle round, around.