The Poems of Oliver Goldsmith

PART I.

_Overture._--_A solemn dirge._

_Air._--_Trio._

Arise, ye sons of worth, arise, And waken every note of woe; When truth and virtue reach the skies, ’Tis ours to weep the want below!

_Chorus._

When truth and virtue reach the skies, &c.

MAN _Speaker_.

The praise attending pomp and power, The incense given to kings, Are but the trappings o...