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SEMICHORUS.Humanity! thy awful strainShall ever meet our earSonorous, sweet, and clear.And as amid the sprightly-swelling trainOf dulcet notes, that breathFrom flute or lyre,The deep base rolls its manly melody,Guiding the tuneful choir;So thou, Humanity, shalt lead alongTh' accordant passions in their moral song,And give our mental concert truest harmony.
CHORUS.But see, Elfrida comes.Should we again resume our former strain,And hail the Morn that paints her waking beauties;Or wait her gentle bidding? Rather wait;For, as I think, she seems in musing mood:And there are times, when to the pensive soulThe warbling voice of softest melodySeems but discordant harshness.
ELFRIDA, CHORUS.ELFRIDA.With what a leaden and retarO my Virgins,With what a leaden and retarding weight,Does Expectation load the wing of Time?How have these three dull hours crept languid on,
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