Second PART

O Daughter hearken, and attend, And to my Words encline thine Ear; Thy native Land, and Friends, forget, Thy Father's House, and Kindred dear. So shall the King, with thy fresh Charms, But have his Love enflam'd the more; For he is now thy Head, thy Lord, Him therefore worship, and adore. The Tyrian Daughters shall approach, And lay their Off'rings at thy Feet; The wealthy Nations, with their Gifts; Thy Royal Favour shall entreat. The King's fair Daughter's glorious, In all Accomplishments Divine; Her Garments wrought with Phrygian Skill, With purest Gold, illustrious shine. Thus, to the King, in nuptial Robes, By th' artful Needle curious wrought, With Fellow-Virgins foll'wing her, She shall, in royal Pomp, be brought. Thro' shouting Crowds, and Peals of Joy, In State moves on the glitt'ring Train, Till the King's Palace them receive; And nought but endless Joys remain. From thee, a num'rous royal Race, Shall, in thy Fathers Stead, descend; Whose Fame, as mighty Princes, shall Thro' universal Earth extend. This Song shall spread thy great Renown, Thro' ev'ry Age, O glorious King; And Nations shall, while Time does last, In Consort joyn, thy Paise to sing.