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ARCADES.
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess
Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons
of her Family, who appear on the Scene in pastoral
habit, moving toward the seat of State, with this Song.
Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons
of her Family, who appear on the Scene in pastoral
habit, moving toward the seat of State, with this Song.
i. SONG.
What sudden blaze of majesty
Is that which we from hence descry
Too divine to be mistook:
This this is she
To whom our vows and wishes bend,
Heer our solemn search hath end.
Fame that her high worth to raise,
Seem'd erst so lavish and profuse,
We may justly now accuse
Of detraction from her praise,
Less then half we find exprest,
Envy bid conceal the rest.
Mark what radiant state she spreds.
In circle round her shining throne,
Shooting her beams like silver threds,
This this is she alone,
Sitting like a Goddes bright,
In the center of her light.
Might she the wise Latona be,
Or the towred Cybele,
Mother of a hunderd gods;
Juno dare's not give her odds;
Who had thought this clime had held
A deity so unparalel'd?
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