See, at your blest returning,

Rage disappears;

The widowed isle in mourning

Dries up her tears;

With flowers the meads adorning,

Pleasure appears,

And love dispels the nation's causeless fears.

254 The Chacon continues.

The Chorus of Nymphs and Tritons repeat the same Verses, See at your blest returning, &c.

The Chacon continues.