Thy Genius, lo, from his sweet Bed of rest, Adorn'd with Jassamin, and with Roses drest, The Pow'r Divine has rais'd to stop thy Fate; A true Repentance never comes too late: So soon as born, she made her self a Shroud, The weeping Mantle of a Fleecy Cloud, And swift as thought, her Airy Journey took, Her hand Heav'ns Azure Gate with trembling strook; The Stars did with amazement on her look; She told thy Story in so sad a Tone, The Angels start from Bliss, and gave a groan. But Charles beware, oh dally not with Heav'n, For after this no Pardon shall be giv'n.
- by Nathaniel Lee (1653? - 1692) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "Thy Genius, lo", Z. 604, from the incidental music to The Massacre of Paris, A-B [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Virginia Knight
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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