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Thy drousy nurse hath sworn she did them spy
Yet there is something that doth force my sear, 67
And in time's long and dark prospective glass
Devouring war shall never cease to roar:
Y 2 What
What pow'r, what force, what mighty spell, if not
RIVERS arise; whether thou be the son
Or Severn swift, guilty of maidens' death,
(The rest was prose.)
On the Morning of CHRIST'S XATIVITT.
TH IS is the month, and this the happy morn,
That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
And that far-beaming blaze of majesty,
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 fun's team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approaching light, 20 And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons
See how from far upon the eastern road
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.
T was the winter wild,
While the Heav'n-born child 30
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature in awe to him
With her great Master so to sympathize:
To wanton with the sun her lusty paramour.
II. 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 saintly veil of maiden white to throw,
Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace;
She crown'd with olive green, came softly fliding 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.
IV. No war, or battle's found Was heard the world around: The idle spear and shield were high up hung; 55
The hooked Chariot stood,
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng,
V. 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, 65
Whisp'ring new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed
The stars with deep amaze
Bending one way their precious influence,
Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;
Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
VII. And though the shady gloom Had given day her room,
The sun himself withheld his wonted speed,