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Show 16 G US TA WS VA&4 Guft. It is not fear'd- -I &y they flill mall IVe fea^ch'd^hefe Men, and find them like the Soil, Barren without, and to the fife unlovely, But they've their Mines within ; and this the Day In which I mean to prove them. Am. O Guftavus I Molt aptly haft thou caught the paffing Hour, Upon whofe critical and fated Hinge T h e State of Sweden turns. "Guft. A n d to this Hour ' I've therefore held m e in this darkfome W o m b, That fends m e forth as to a fccond Birth Of Freedom, or thro' Death to rerch Eternity. This Day returned with ev'ry circling *ear> In Thoufanda pours the Mountain Pe^fants forth, Each with his batter'd A r m s and rufty Helm, In fportive Difcipline well tram'd, and prompt Againft the Day of Peril -- Thus difguis'd, already have I itirr d Their latent Sparks of flumb'nng Virtue, Apt as I cou'd with to warm before T h e lighteft Breath of Liberty. Arn. H o w will they kindle when conteu d View Once more their lov'd Guftavus Standi before them, and pours bil Bi.z- of Virtues on their Souls- Arv. It cmnot fail. And. It has a giorions Afpecl. Arv. N o w Sweden ! Rife and re aiTert thy Rights, Or be for ever iall'n. And. Then be it fo. Arn Lead on, thou A r m of War, T o Death or Victory. Guft. Let us embrace. W h y thus, m y Friends, thus join'd in fuch tCauffj Arc we not equal to 2 Hoft of Slaves! tf to The Deliverer of his Country. t j Yon fay the Foe's at Hand--tTtMuu W h y kt them tome, fteep are our Hills Nor eafy of Accefs; and few the Hours w e atk for their Reception. For I will take fhefe ruftic S6ns of Liberty In the firft Warmth and Hurry of their Soujg 5 And ihon'd the Tyrant then attempt Our Heights* he comet upon his pa t e c m--Arife thou Sun ! Haft, hafte to rouze thee to the * Cal of Liberty, that (hall once Mlore falute the Morning Beam, sAnd hail thee to thy Setting. Am. O blefs'd Voice ! Prolong that Note but one fhort Day Thro* Sweden, and tho' the Sun and Life Should fet together, it matters not • - W e fhall have liv'd that Day. Arv. Were it not worth the Hazard of a Life T o know if Chriftiern leads his Pow'rs in Perfon* And what his Scope intends ? Be mine that Task, ev'n to the Tyrant's Tent I'll win m y Way, And mingle with his Councils. Guft. Go, m y Friend* Dear as thou art, whene'er our Country calls, Friends, Sons, and Siret mould yield their Trea* fure up, Nor own a Senfe beyond the publick Safety* But tell me, my Arvida, 'ere thou goeft, Tell m e what Hand hat made thy Friend its Debtor, and giv'n thee up to Freedom and Guftavus f Arv. Ha ! let me think of that, 'tis fure lhe loves him. Away thou skance and jaundice Eye of Tealoiv^' That tempts m y Soul toficken at Perfection Y* Away ! I will *Qfoid »t- *«"*ctu«i j Tothyfelf, Arv i« |