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And that far-beaming blaze of majesty, Wherewith he wont at Heav'n's high council-table To fit the midst of Trinal Unity,

11 He laid aside; and here with us to be,

Forsook the courts of everlasting day, And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.

. III. Say heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15 Afford a present to the Infant God ? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome him to this his new abode, Now while the Heav'n by the sun's team'untrod,

Hath took no print of the approaching light, 20 And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons


(bright? · See how from far upon the eastern road

The star-led wisards hafte with odors sweet :
O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;
Have thou the honor first, thy Lord to greet,

And join thy voice unto the Angel quire,
From out his secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire.

The HY M N.

; IT was the winter wild, 1 While the Heav'n-born child : 30 All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;



Nature in awe to him
Had dofft her gaudy trim,

With her great Master so to fympathize:
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the sun her lusty paramour.

Only with speeches fair
She woo's the gentle air

To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame,

40 Pollute with sinful blame,

The faintly veil of maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Maker's eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.

But he her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace;

She crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding
Down through the turning sphere
His ready harbinger,

With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, 50 And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes an universal peace through sea and land.

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No war, or battle's found
Was heard the world around:
The idle spear and shield were high up hung; 55


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The hooked Chariot stood, Unstain'd with hostile blood,

The trumpet spake not to the armed throng, And kings sat fill with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by. 60

But peaceful was the night,
Wherein the Prince of light

His reign of peace upon the earth began:
The winds with wonder whist
Smoothly the waters kist,

Whisp’ring new joys to the mild ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed


(wave. The stars with deep amaze Stand fix'd in stedfast gaze,

Bending one way their precious influence,
And will not take their fight,
For all the morning light,

Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;
But in their glimmering orbs did glow, 75
Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.

And though the shady gloom
Had given day her room,
The fun himself withheld his wonted speed,


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And hid his head for shame,

80 As his inferior flame

The new enlighten'd world no more should need; He saw a greater sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree could


(bear. The shepherds on the lawn, Or e'er the point of dawn,

Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
Full little thought they then,
That the mighty Pan

Was kindly come to live with them below; go
Perhaps their lovers, or else their sheep,
Was all that did their filly thoughts so busy keep.

When such music sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet,

As never was by mortal finger strook, 95
Divinely-warbled voice
Answering the stringed noise,

As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air such pleasure loath to lose,

99 With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly


close. Nature that heard such sound, Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the aery region thrilling,


Now was almost won
To think her part was done,

And that her reign had here its last fulfilling;
She knew such harmony alone
Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union.

XI. At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light,

110 That with long beams the shame-fac'd night array'd; The helmed Cherubim, And sworded Seraphim,

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and solemn quire,

115 With unexpressive notes to Heav’n’s new-born Heir.

Such music (as 'tis said)
Before was never made,

But when of old the sons of morning fung,
While the Creator great
His constellations set,

And the well-balanc'd world on hinges hung,
And cast the dark foundations deep,
And bid theweltring waves their oozychannel keep

XIII. ' Ring out ye crystal Spheres,

125 Once bless our human ears,

(If ye have pow'r to touch our senses so)


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