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102 With saintly shout and solemn jubilee;

Where the bright Seraphim in burning row

Their loud uplifted angel-trumpets blow;

And the Cherubic host in thousand quires

Touch their immortal harps of golden wires,

With those just Spirits that wear victorious palms

Hymns devout and holy psalms

Singing everlastingly:

That we on earth, with undiscording voice

May rightly answer that melodious noise;

As once we did, till disproportion'd sin

Jarr'd against nature's chime, and with harsh din

Broke the fair music that all creatures made

To their great Lord, whose love their motion sway'd

In perfect diapason, whilst they stood

In first obedience, and their state of good.

O may we soon again renew that Song,

And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long

To his celestial concert us unite,

To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light!

'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won

By Philip's warlike son—

Aloft in awful slate

The godlike hero sate

On his imperial throne;

His valiant peers were placed around,

Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound

(So should desert in arms be crown'd);

The lovely Thais by his side

Sate like a blooming eastern bride

In flower of youth and beauty's pride:—

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave

None but the brave

None but the brave deserves the fair!