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SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF HER LATE ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCESS DOWAGER OF WALES	A
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OVERTURE A SOLEMN DIRGE AIR TRIO	B
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Arise ye sons of worth arise	C
And waken every note of woe	B
When truth and virtue reach the skies	C
'Tis ours to weep the want below	B
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CHORUS	D
When truth and virtue etc	E
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MAN SPEAKER	F
The praise attending pomp and power	F
The incense given to kings	G
Are but the trappings of an hour	F
Mere transitory things	G
The base bestow them but the good agree	H
To spurn the venal gifts as flattery	H
But when to pomp and power are join'd	I
An equal dignity of mind	J
When titles are the smallest claim	K
When wealth and rank and noble blood	L
But aid the power of doing good	M
Then all their trophies last and flattery turns to fame	K
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Bless'd spirit thou whose fame just born to bloom	N
Shall spread and flourish from the tomb	N
How hast thou left mankind for heaven	O
Even now reproach and faction mourn	P
And wondering how their rage was borne	P
Request to be forgiven	O
Alas they never had thy hate	Q
Unmov'd in conscious rectitude	R
Thy towering mind self centred stood	M
Nor wanted man's opinion to be great	Q
In vain to charm thy ravish'd sight	S
A thousand gifts would fortune send	T
In vain to drive thee from the right	S
A thousand sorrows urg'd thy end	T
Like some well fashion'd arch thy patience stood	M
And purchas'd strength from its increasing load	U
Pain met thee like a friend that set thee free	H
Affliction still is virtue's opportunity	H
Virtue on herself relying	V
Ev'ry passion hush'd to rest	W
Loses ev'ry pain of dying	V
In the hopes of being blest	W
Ev'ry added pang she suffers	X
Some increasing good bestows	Y
Ev'ry shock that malice offers	X
Only rocks her to repose	Y
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SONG BY A MAN AFFETTUOSO	Y
Virtue on herself relying	V
Ev'ry passion hush'd to rest	W
Loses ev'ry pain of dying	V
In the hopes of being blest	W
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Ev'ry added pang she suffers	Y
Some increasing good bestows	Y
Ev'ry shock that malice offers	Y
Only rocks her to repose	Y
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WOMAN SPEAKER	F
Yet ah what terrors frowned upon her fate	Q
Death with its formidable band	Z
Fever and pain and pale consumptive care	A2
Determin'd took their stand	Z
Nor did the cruel ravagers design	B2
To finish all their efforts at a blow	B
But mischievously slow	B
They robb'd the relic and defac'd the shrine	B2
With unavailing grief	C2
Despairing of relief	C2
Her weeping children round	D2
Beheld each hour	F
Death's growing power	F
And trembled as he frown'd	D2
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As helpless friends who view from shore	E2
The labouring ship and hear the tempest roar	E2
While winds and waves their wishes cross	Y
They stood while hope and comfort fail	F2
Not to assist but to bewail	F2
The inevitable loss	Y
Relentless tyrant at thy call	F2
How do the good the virtuous fall	F2
Truth beauty worth and all that most engage	G2
But wake thy vengeance and provoke thy rage	G2
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SONG BY A MAN BASSO STACCATO SPIRITOSO	Y
When vice my dart and scythe supply	F2
How great a king of terrors I	F2
If folly fraud your hearts engage	G2
Tremble ye mortals at my rage	G2
Fall round me fall ye little things	Y
Ye statesmen warriors poets kings	Y
If virtue fail her counsel sage	G2
Tremble ye mortals at my rage	G2
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MAN SPEAKER	F
Yet let that wisdom urged by her example	F2
Teach us to estimate what all must suffer	F
Let us prize death as the best gift of nature	F
As a safe inn where weary travellers	Y
When they have journeyed through a world of cares	Y
May put off life and be at rest for ever	F
Groans weeping friends indeed and gloomy sables	Y
May oft distract us with their sad solemnity	H
The preparation is the executioner	F
Death when unmasked shows me a friendly face	Y
And is a terror only at a distance	Y
For as the line of life conducts me on	H2
To Death's great court the prospect seems more fair	A2
'Tis Nature's kind retreat that's always open	O
To take us in when we have drained the cup	I2
Of life or worn our days to wretchedness	Y
In that secure serene retreat	J2
Where all the humble all the great	Q
Promiscuously recline	B2
Where wildly huddled to the eye	F2
The beggar's pouch and prince's purple lie	F2
May every bliss be thine	B2
And ah bless'd spirit wheresoe'er thy flight	S
Through rolling worlds or fields of liquid light	S
May cherubs welcome their expected guest	W
May saints with songs receive thee to their rest	W
May peace that claimed while here thy warmest love	K2
May blissful endless peace be thine above	K2
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SONG BY A WOMAN AMOROSO	Y
Lovely lasting Peace below	Y
Comforter of every woe	Y
Heav'nly born and bred on high	F2
To crown the favourites of the sky	F2
Lovely lasting Peace appear	L2
This world itself if thou art here	M2
Is once again with Eden blest	W
And man contains it in his breast	W
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WOMAN SPEAKER	F
Our vows are heard Long long to mortal eyes	Y
Her soul was fitting to its kindred skies	Y
Celestial like her bounty fell	F2
Where modest want and patient sorrow dwell	F2
Want pass'd for merit at her door	E2
Unseen the modest were supplied	N2
Her constant pity fed the poor	O2
Then only poor indeed the day she died	N2
And oh for this while sculpture decks thy shrine	B2
And art exhausts profusion round	D2
The tribute of a tear be mine	B2
A simple song a sigh profound	D2
There Faith shall come a pilgrim gray	P2
To bless the tomb that wraps thy clay	P2
And calm Religion shall repair	A2
To dwell a weeping hermit there	A2
Truth Fortitude and Friendship shall agree	H
To blend their virtues while they think of thee	H
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AIR CHORUS POMPOSO	Y
Let us let all the world agree	H
To profit by resembling thee	H
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PART II	F2
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OVERTURE PASTORALE	P2
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MAN SPEAKER	F
FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent stream	Q2
Reflects new glories on his breast	W
Where splendid as the youthful poet's dream	Q2
He forms a scene beyond Elysium blest	W
Where sculptur'd elegance and native grace	Y
Unite to stamp the beauties of the place	Y
While sweetly blending still are seen	R2
The wavy lawn the sloping green	R2
While novelty with cautious cunning	V
Through ev'ry maze of fancy running	V
From China borrows aid to deck the scene	R2
There sorrowing by the river's glassy bed	S2
Forlorn a rural bard complain'd	T2
All whom Augusta's bounty fed	S2
All whom her clemency sustain'd	T2
The good old sire unconscious of decay	P2
The modest matron clad in homespun gray	P2
The military boy the orphan'd maid	U2
The shatter'd veteran now first dismay'd	U2
These sadly join beside the murmuring deep	V2
And as they view	W2
The towers of Kew	W2
Call on their mistress now no more and weep	V2
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CHORUS AFFETTUOSO LARGO	Y
Ye shady walks ye waving greens	Y
Ye nodding towers ye fairy scenes	Y
Let all your echoes now deplore	E2
That she who form'd your beauties is no more	E2
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MAN SPEAKER	F
First of the train the patient rustic came	K
Whose callous hand had form'd the scene	R2
Bending at once with sorrow and with age	G2
With many a tear and many a sigh between	R2
'And where ' he cried 'shall now my babes have bread	S2
Or how shall age support its feeble fire	F
No lord will take me now my vigour fled	S2
Nor can my strength perform what they require	F
Each grudging master keeps the labourer bare	A2
A sleek and idle race is all their care	A2
My noble mistress thought not so	Y
Her bounty like the morning dew	W2
Unseen though constant used to flow	Y
And as my strength decay'd her bounty grew '	-
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WOMAN SPEAKER	F
In decent dress and coarsely clean	R2
The pious matron next was seen	R2
Clasp'd in her hand a godly book was borne	P
By use and daily meditation worn	P
That decent dress this holy guide	N2
Augusta's care had well supplied	N2
'And ah ' she cries all woe begone	P
'What now remains for me	H
Oh where shall weeping want repair	A2
To ask for charity	H
Too late in life for me to ask	X2
And shame prevents the deed	Y2
And tardy tardy are the times	Y
To succour should I need	Y2
But all my wants before I spoke	Z2
Were to my Mistress known	P
She still reliev'd nor sought my praise	Y
Contented with her own	P
But ev'ry day her name I'll bless	Y
My morning prayer my evening song	A3
I'll praise her while my life shall last	B3
A life that cannot last me long '	-
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SONG BY A WOMAN	P
Each day each hour her name I'll bless	Y
My morning and my evening song	A3
And when in death my vows shall cease	Y
My children shall the note prolong	A3
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MAN SPEAKER	F
The hardy veteran after struck the sight	S
Scarr'd mangled maim'd in every part	C3
Lopp'd of his limbs in many a gallant fight	S
In nought entire except his heart	C3
Mute for a while and sullenly distress'd	W
At last the impetuous sorrow fir'd his breast	W
'Wild is the whirlwind rolling	V
O'er Afric's sandy plain	P
And wild the tempest howling	V
Along the billow'd main	P
But every danger felt before	E2
The raging deep the whirlwind's roar	E2
Less dreadful struck me with dismay	P2
Than what I feel this fatal day	P2
Oh let me fly a land that spurns the brave	D3
Oswego's dreary shores shall be my grave	D3
I'll seek that less inhospitable coast	E3
And lay my body where my limbs were lost '	-
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SONG BY A MAN BASSO SPIRITOSO	Y
Old Edward's sons unknown to yield	F3
Shall crowd from Crecy's laurell'd field	F3
To do thy memory right	S
For thine and Britain's wrongs they feel	P2
Again they snatch the gleamy steel	P2
And wish the avenging fight	S
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WOMAN SPEAKER	F
In innocence and youth complaining	V
Next appear'd a lovely maid	U2
Affliction o'er each feature reigning	V
Kindly came in beauty's aid	U2
Every grace that grief dispenses	Y
Every glance that warms the soul	P2
In sweet succession charmed the senses	Y
While pity harmonized the whole	P2
'The garland of beauty' 'tis thus she would say	Y
'No more shall my crook or my temples adorn	P
I'll not wear a garland Augusta's away	Y
I'll not wear a garland until she return	P
But alas that return I never shall see	Y
The echoes of Thames shall my sorrows proclaim	K
There promised a lover to come but O me	Y
'Twas death 'twas the death of my mistress that came	K
But ever for ever her image shall last	B3
I'll strip all the spring of its earliest bloom	N
On her grave shall the cowslip and primrose be cast	B3
And the new blossomed thorn shall whiten her tomb '	-
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SONG BY A WOMAN PASTORALE	P2
With garlands of beauty the queen of the May	Y
No more will her crook or her temples adorn	P
For who'd wear a garland when she is away	Y
When she is remov'd and shall never return	P
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On the grave of Augusta these garlands be plac'd	G3
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom	N
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast	B3
And the new blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb	N
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CHORUS ALTRO MODO	B3
On the grave of Augusta this garland be plac'd	B3
We'll rifle the spring of its earliest bloom	N
And there shall the cowslip and primrose be cast	B3
And the tears of her country shall water her tomb	N