ST. DAVID'S DAY, THE FIRST OF MARCH, 1715-16.

SET TO MUSICK BY DR. PEPUSCH.

And performed at the Anniversary Meeting of the Society of ANCIENT BRITONS, eftablished in Honour of Her Royal Highness's Birth-Day, and of the Principality of Wales.

"Salve læta dies! meliorque revertere semper, "A populo rerum digna potente coli!"

OVID.

To

of WALE S.

Both voices, with a trumpet.

O joy, to triumphs, dedicate the day!
CAMBRIA.

Rife, goddess of immortal fame,
And, with thy trumpet's fwelling found,
To all Britannia's realms around,

The double feftival proclaim.

FAME.

The goddess of immortal fame

Shall, with her trumpet's fwelling found,

To all Britannia's realms around,

The double festival proclaim.

BOTH VOICES.

O'er Cambria's diftant hills let the loud notes rebound! Each British foul be rais'd, and every eye be gay!

To joy, to triumphs, dedicate the day.

Q4

FAME.

FAME.

Hail, Cambria! long to Fame well known!
Thy patron-faint looks fmiling down,
Well pleas'd to see,

This day, prolific of renown,

Increas'd in honours to himself, and thee;
See Carolina's natal star arise,

And with new beams adorn thy azure skies!
Though on her virtues I fhould ever dwell,
Fame cannot all her numerous virtues tell.
Bright in herfelf, and in her offspring bright,
On Britain's throne fhe cafts diffusive light;
Detraction from her prefence flies;

And, while promifcuous crouds in rapture gaze,
Ev'n tongues disloyal learn her praise,
And murmuring Envy fees her smile, and dies.

Happy morn! fuch gifts beftowing!
Britain's joy from thee are flowing;
Ever thus aufpicious fhine!
Happy ifle! fuch gifts poffeffing!
Britain, ever own the bleffing!
Carolina's charms are thine.

CAMBRIA.

Nor yet, O Fame, doft thou display
All the triumphs of this day;

More wonders yet arife to fight;

See! o'er thefe rites what mighty power prefides; Behold, to thee his early fteps he guides;

What noble ardou, does his foul excite!

Honce

Henceforth, when to the listening universe

Thou number'st o'er my princes of renown,
The fecond hope of Britain's crown,

When my great Edward's deeds thou fhalt rehearse, And tell of Creffy's well-fought plain,

Thy golden trumpet sound again !

The brave Auguftus fhall renew thy ftrain, And Oudenarda's fight immortalize the verfe.

AIR with a harp.

Heavenly Mufes! tune your lyres,
Far refounding;

Grace the hero's glorious name.
See! the fong new life inspires!
Every breaft, with joy abounding,
Seems to fhare the Hero's flame.

FAME.

O thou, with every virtue crown'd,
Britannia's father, and her king renown'd!
Thus in thy offspring greatly bleft,
While through th' extended royal line
Thou feeft thy propagated luftre shine,
What fecret raptures fill thy breast!
So fmiles Apollo, doubly gay,
When in the diamond, with full blaze,
He views his own paternal rays,
And all his bright reflected day.

CAM