Recitative, Accompanied

Begone! disperse like air! To blue Olympus fly! There, Placed on high, As the celestials, in their roseate bowers, Play with the Smiles, and count the dancing Hours, Strike the loud spheres! Your voices raise, And charm their captured ears Proclaiming Caroline's unequall'd praise. Her wisdom bid Minerva fear; Bid her, who young Endymion embraced, Blush, and resign the name of chaste; Tell lovely Venus and the dimpl'd Graces To yield to truth, and own, All sweet, all beautiful, as are their faces. Her face perfection boasts alone. All, all, while sitting in celestial state, That which they cannot equal, bid them wonder at: And, as your mandate they attend, And from the silver clouds astonish'd bend, Bid them behold, with a benignant smile, The rapture that pervades Great Britain's happy isle.