Part of Lyric Harmony
(Allegrisso)
Come Mira Idol of the swains,
advance with Majesty divine,
To Bowr's where gracious Flora reigns,
& warbling Sing the Muses Nine.
Come ev'ry sprightly Joy to taste,
That Rural art and Nature boast.
Fly hither with the Lightenings Haste,
And he the Universal Toast.
A Scene so beauteous can't be shown,
Though thou should ev'ry Realm survey;
As all where e'er thou com'st must own,
Thy Graces bear unrival'd Sway.