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And though no temple richly drest,
Nor sacrifice is here;
[The first stanza repeated by the CHORUS.
Recitative. That strain once more: it bids remembrance rise, And brings my long-lost country to mine eyes. Ye fields of Sharon, dress’d in flowery pride ; Ye plains where Jordan rolls its glassy tide ; Ye hills of Lebanon, with cedars crown'd; Ye Gilead groves, that fling perfumes around: These hills how sweet ! those plains how wond’rous fair ! But sweeter still, when Heaven was with us there.
Still importunate and vain ;
And turning all the past to pain ;
Hence, intruder, most distressing,
Seek the happy and the free;
Ever wants a friend in thee.
Recitatire. Yet, why complain? What, though by bonds confind, Should bonds repress the vigour of the mind ?
Have we not cause for triumph, when we see
As aromatic plants bestow
But hush, my sons ! our tyrant lords are near ;
Enter CHALDEAN Priests, attended.
Come on, my companions, the triumph display ;
Let rapture the minutes employ ;
And our monarch partakes in the joy.
Like the sun, our great monarch all rapture supplies,
Both similar blessings bestow :
And our monarch enlivens below.
A Chaldean WOMAN.
Leave all other joys for me.
A Chaldean ATTENDANT.
Or rather Love's delights despising,
Wine shall bless the brave and free.
Wine and beauty thus inviting,
Whither shall my choice incline ?
I'll waste no longer thought in choosing ;
I'll make them both together mine.
But whence, when joy should brighten o'er the land,
Bow'd down with chains, the scorn of all mankind,
Insulting slaves ! if gentler methods fail,
Scene as before.
Chorus of ISRAELITES.
Dispense thy balmy store.
Shall vanish as we soar.