An
ODE
Performed
in
the
Senate-House
at
Cambridge
July
1
,
1749
,
At
the
Installation
of
his
Grace
THOMAS
HOLLES
Duke
of
NEWCASTLE
CHANCELLOR
of
the
University
.
—
canit
errantem
Permessi
ad
flumina
Gallum
Aonas
in
montes
ut
duxerit
una
sororum
;
Utque
viro
Phoebi
chorus
assurrexerit
omnis
.
VIRGIL
By
Mr.
MASON
,
Fellow
of
Pembroke-Hall
.
Set
to
Musick
by
Mr.
BOYCE
,
Composer
to
his
Majesty
.
Recitative
.
HERE
all
thy
active
fires
diffuse
,
Thou
genuine
British
Muse
;
Hither
descend
from
yonder
orient
sky
,
Cloth'd
in
thy
heav'n-wove
robe
of
harmony
.
Air
I.
Come
,
imperial
queen
of
song
;
Come
with
all
that
free-born
grace
,
Which
lifts
thee
from
the
servile
throng
,
Who
meanly
mimic
thy
majestic
pace
;
That
glance
of
dignity
divine
,
Which
speaks
thee
of
celestial
line
;
Proclaims
thee
inmate
of
the
sky
,
Daughter
of
Jove
and
Liberty
.
II
.
Recitative
.
The
elevated
soul
,
who
feels
Thy
aweful
impulse
,
walks
the
fragrant
ways
Of
honest
unpolluted
praise
:
He
with
impartial
justice
deals
The
blooming
chaplets
of
immortal
lays
:
He
flies
above
ambition's
low
career
;
And
nobly
thron'd
in
Truth's
meridian
sphere
,
Thence
,
with
a
bold
and
heav'n-directed
aim
,
Full
on
fair
Virtue's
shrine
he
pours
the
rays
of
fame
.
III
.
Air
II
.
Goddess
!
thy
piercing
eye
explores
The
radiant
range
of
Beauty's
stores
,
The
steep
ascent
of
pine-clad
hills
,
The
silver
slope
of
falling
rills
,
Catches
each
lively-colour'd
grace
,
The
crimson
of
the
wood-nymph's
face
,
The
verdure
of
the
velvet
lawn
,
The
purple
in
the
eastern
dawn
,
Or
all
those
tints
,
which
rang'd
in
vivid
glow
Mark
the
bold
sweep
of
the
celestial
bow
.
IV
.
Recitative
.
But
chief
she
lifts
her
tuneful
transports
high
,
When
to
her
intellectual
eye
The
mental
beauties
rise
in
moral
dignity
:
The
sacred
zeal
for
Freedom's
cause
,
That
fires
the
glowing
Patriot's
breast
;
The
honest
pride
that
plumes
the
Hero's
crest
,
When
for
his
country's
aid
the
steel
he
draws
;
Or
that
,
the
calm
,
yet
active
heat
,
With
which
mild
Genius
warms
the
Sage's
heart
,
To
lift
fair
Science
to
a
loftier
seat
,
Or
stretch
to
ampler
bounds
the
wide
domain
of
art
.
Air
III
.
These
,
the
best
blossoms
of
the
virtuous
mind
,
She
culls
with
taste
refin'd
;
From
their
ambrosial
bloom
With
bee-like
skill
she
draws
the
rich
perfume
,
And
blends
the
sweets
they
all
convey
,
In
the
soft
balm
of
her
mellifluous
lay
.
V.
Recitative
.
Is
there
a
clime
,
where
all
these
beauties
rise
In
one
collected
radiance
to
her
eyes
?
Is
there
a
plain
,
whose
genial
soil
enhales
Glory's
invigorating
gales
,
Her
brightest
beams
where
Emulation
spreads
,
Her
kindliest
dews
where
Science
sheds
,
Where
every
stream
of
Genius
flows
,
Where
ev'ry
flower
of
Virtue
glows
?
Thither
the
Muse
exulting
flies
,
There
she
loudly
cries
—
Chorus
I.
All
hail
,
all
hail
,
Majestic
Granta
!
hail
thy
aweful
name
,
Dear
to
the
Muse
,
to
Liberty
,
to
Fame
.
VI
.
Recitative
.
You
too
,
illustrious
Train
,
she
greets
Who
first
in
these
inspiring
seats
Caught
the
bright
beams
of
that
aetherial
fire
,
Which
now
sublimely
prompts
you
to
aspire
To
deeds
of
noblest
note
:
whether
to
shield
Your
country's
liberties
,
your
country's
laws
;
Or
in
Religion's
hallow'd
cause
To
hurl
the
shafts
of
reason
,
and
to
wield
Those
heav'nly-temper'd
arms
,
whose
rapid
force
Arrests
base
Falshood
in
her
impious
course
,
And
drives
rebellious
Vice
indignant
from
the
field
.
VII
.
Air
IV
.
And
now
she
tunes
her
plausive
song
To
you
her
sage
domestic
throng
;
Who
here
,
at
Learning's
richest
shrine
,
Dispense
to
each
ingenuous
youth
The
treasures
of
immortal
Truth
,
And
open
Wisdom's
golden
mine
.
Recitative
.
Each
youth
inspir'd
by
your
persuasive
art
,
Clasps
the
dear
form
of
virtue
to
his
heart
;
And
feels
in
his
transported
soul
Enthusiastic
raptures
roll
,
Gen'rous
as
those
the
sons
of
Cecrops
caught
In
hoar
Lycaeum's
shades
from
Plato's
fire-clad
thought
.
[
VIII
.
]
Air
V.
O
Granta
!
on
thy
happy
plain
Still
may
these
Attic
glories
reign
:
Still
mayst
thou
keep
thy
wonted
state
,
In
unaffected
grandeur
great
;
Recitative
.
Great
as
this
illustrious
hour
,
When
He
,
whom
GEORGE'S
well-weigh'd
choice
And
Albion's
general
voice
Have
lifted
to
the
fairest
heights
of
pow'r
,
When
He
appears
,
and
deigns
to
shine
The
leader
of
thy
learned
line
;
And
bids
the
verdure
of
thy
olive
bough
'
Mid
all
his
civic
chaplets
twine
,
And
add
fresh
glories
to
his
honour'd
brow
.
IX
.
Air
VI
.
Haste
then
,
and
amply
o'er
his
head
The
graceful
foliage
spread
;
Mean
while
the
Muse
shall
snatch
the
trump
of
Fame
,
And
lift
her
swelling
accents
high
,
To
tell
the
world
that
PELHAM'S
name
Is
dear
to
Learning
as
to
Liberty
.
Full
Chorus
.
The
Muse
shall
snatch
the
trump
of
Fame
,
And
lift
her
swelling
accents
high
,
To
tell
the
world
that
PELHAM'S
name
Is
dear
to
Learning
as
to
Liberty
.