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The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy,
So both himself and us to glorify;
While the red fire and smouldring clouds out The aged Earth aghast,
[brake: With terror of that blast,
Shall from the surface to the centre shake;
But now begins; for, from this happy day,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway;
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell
A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ;
The parting genius is with sighing sent;
(mourn. The nymphs, in twilight shade of tangled thickets In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth,
The Lars, and Lemures moan, with midnight In urns, and altars round,
(plaint; A drear and dying sound
Affrights the Flamens, at their service quaint And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat
Peor and Baälim
With that twice-batter'd god of Palestine ;
and mother both,
And sullen Moloch, fled
His burning idol, all of blackest hue ;
In dismal dance about the furnace blue :
Nor is Osiris seen
Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings
floud; Within his sacred chest,
Nought but profoundest He!) can be his shroud ; In vain with timbrell’d anthems dark, The sable-stold sorcerers bear his worshipt ark.
He feels, from Juda's land,
The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;
Not Typhon huge, ending in snaky twine:
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave,
[maze. Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved But see, the virgin bless'd Hath laid her Babe to rest,
Time is our tedious song should here have ending: Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car,
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit, in order serviceable.
In wintery solstice, like the shorten'd light,
and wrongs. and worse than so, Which he, for us, did freely undergo :
Most perfect hero, tried in heaviest plight Of labours huge and hard, too hard for human wight! He, sovereign priest, stooping his regal head, That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes, Poor fleshy tabernacle entered, His starry front low-roof ’d, beneath the skies ; () what a mask was there, what a disguise !
Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide, Then lies him meekly down, fast by his brethren's side. These latest scenes confine my roving verse; To this horizon is my Phæbus bound: His godlike acts, and his temptations fierce, And former sufferings, other where are found; Loud o'er the rest Cremona's trump doth sound;
Me softer airs befit, and softer strings Of lute, or viol still, more apt for mournful things. Befriend me, Night, best patroness of grief, Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw, And work my flatter'd fancy to belief, That Heaven and earth are colour'd with my woe; My sorrows are too dark for day to know :
The leaves should all be black whereon I write, (whiteAnd letters, where my tears have wash'd, a wannish
See, see the chariot, and those rushing wheels,
There doth my soul in holy vision sit,
For sure so well instructed are my tears,
Might think the infection of my sorrows loud Had got a race of mourners, on some pregnant cloud. This subject the Author finding to be above the years
he had, when he wrote it, and nothing satisfied with what was begun, left it unfinished.
UPON THE CIRCUMCISION.
Ye flaming powers, and winged warriors bright
His infancy to seize !
For we, by rightful doom, remediless,
Will pierce more near his heart.
ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT,
Dying of a Cough.
O YAIREST Aower, no sooner blown but blasted ! Soft silken primrose, fading timelessly, Summer's chief honour, if thou hadst outlasted Bleak Winter's force, that made thy blossom dry: For he, being amorous, on that lovely dye,
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss ; But kill'd, alas, and then bewaild his fatal bliss. For since grim Aquilo, his charioteer, By boisterous rape the Athenian damsel got, He thought it touch'd his deity full near, If likewise he some fair one wedded not ; Thereby to wipe away the infamous blot
Of long-uncoupled bed, and childless eld, [held. Which, 'mongst the wanton gods, a foul reproach was So, mounting up in icy-pearled car, Through middle empire of the freezing air, He wander'd long, till thee he spied from far : There ended was his quest, there ceased his care; Down he descended, from his snow-soft chair,
But, all unwares, with his cold-kind embrace, Vnhoused thy virgin soul from her fair biding place. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; For so Apollo, with unweeting band,
• Written in 1625, and first inserted in edition 1673. He 218 now seventeen.-Warton.