chorus,—     Bursts the bondage of the grave! CHORUS. Mortals, meekly wait for heaven Suffer on in patient love! In the starry realms above, Bright rewards by God are given. To the Gods we ne'er can render Praise for every good they grant; Let us, with devotion tender, Minister to grief and want. Quenched be hate and wrath forever, Pardoned be our mortal foe—    May our tears upbraid him never, No repentance bring him low! CHORUS. Sense of wrongs forget to treasure—     Brethren, live in perfect love! In the starry realms above, God will mete as we may measure. Joy within the goblet flushes, For the golden nectar, wine, Every fierce emotion hushes,—     Fills the breast with fire divine. Brethren, thus in rapture meeting, Send ye round the brimming cup,—    Yonder kindly spirit greeting, While the foam to heaven mounts up! CHORUS. He whom seraphs worship ever; Whom the stars praise as they roll, Yes to him now drain the bowl Mortal eye can see him never! Courage, ne'er by sorrow broken! Aid where tears of virtue flow; Faith to keep each promise spoken! Truth alike to friend and foe!    'Neath kings' frowns a manly spirit!—     Brethren, noble is the prize—    Honor due to every merit! Death to all the brood of lies! CHORUS. Draw the sacred circle closer! By this bright wine plight your troth To be faithful to your oath! Swear it by the Star-Disposer! Safety from the tyrant's power! 9 Mercy e'en to traitors base! Hope in death's last solemn hour! Pardon when before His face! Lo, the dead shall rise to heaven! Brethren hail the blest decree; Every sin shall be forgiven, Hell forever cease to be! CHORUS. When the golden bowl is broken, Gentle sleep within the tomb! Brethren, may a gracious doom By the Judge of man be spoken! 

  

       THE INVINCIBLE ARMADA.     

    She comes, she comes—the burden of the deeps! Beneath her wails the universal sea! With clanking chains and a new god, she sweeps, And with a thousand thunders, unto thee! The ocean-castles and the floating hosts—     Ne'er on their like looked the wild water!—Well May man the monster name "Invincible."    O'er shuddering waves she gathers to thy coasts! The horror that she spreads can claim Just title to her haughty name. The trembling Neptune quails Under the silent and majestic forms; The doom of worlds in those dark sails;—     Near and more near they sweep! and slumber all the storms! Before thee, the array, Blest island, empress of the 

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