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. IV.