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And let your silver chime Move in melodious time,

And let the base of Heav'n's deep organ blow, 130 And with your ninefold hårmony Make up full consort to th' angelic symphony.

XIV. For if such holy song Inwrap our fancy long,

Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, 135 And speckled Vanity Will ficken soon and die,

And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mold, And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peeringday.

XV. Yea Truth and Justice then Will down return to men,

Orb’d in a rainbow; and like glories wearing Mercy will fit between, Thron'd in celestial sheen,

• 145 With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering, And Heav'n, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.

XVI. But wisest Fate says no, This must not yet be so,

150 The babe lies yet in smiling infancy,

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That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; •

So both himself and us to glorify: Yet first to those ychain’d in sleep,

155 The wakeful trump of doom muft thunder through XVII.

(the deep, With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang, While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out brake: The aged earth aghalt,

160 With terror of that blast,

Shall from the surface to the center shake; When at the world's last session,

(throne. The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his

XVIII.
And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,

But now begins; for from this happy day
Th’ old Dragon under ground
In straiter limits bound,

Not half so far casts his usurped sway, 170
And wroth to see his kingdom fail,
Swindges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

XIX. The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Z 2

Apollo

Apollo from his shrine

176 Can no more divine, . .

With hollow shriek the seep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-ey'd priest from the prophetic cell.

XX. The lonely mountains o’er,

181 And the resounding shore,

A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring, and dale Edg’d with poplar pale,

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The parting Genius is with sighing sent;
With flow'r-inwoven tresses torn . (mourn.
The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets

XXI.
In consecrated earth,
And on the holy hearth,

190 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 Pow'r forgoes his wonted seat.

XXII.
Peor and Baälim
Forsake their temples dim,
With that twice batter'd God of Palestine ;

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And mooned Ashtaroth,
Heav'n's queen and mother both,

Now fits not girt with tapers holy shine;
The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn, (mourn
In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz

XXIII.
And sullen Moloch fled,
Hath left in shadows dread

His burning idol all of blackest hue;
In vain with cymbals ring
They call the grisly king,

In dismal dance about the furnace blue; 210
The brutish Gods of Nile as fast,
Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis haste.

XXIV.
Nor is Osiris seen
In Memphian grove or green,

Trampling theunshowr’dgrass with lowings loud:
Nor can he be at rest
Within his facred chest,

Nought but profoundest Hell can be his shroud;
In vain with timbreld anthems dark
The fable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark.

XXV.
He feels from Juda's land
The dreaded Infant's hand,
The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;

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Nor all the Gods beside,
Longer dare abide,

Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:
Our babe to show his Godhead true,
Can in his swadling bands controll the damned crew.

XXVI. So when the sun in bed, Curtain’d with cloudy red,

230 Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The flocking shadows pale Troop to th' infernal jail,

Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave, And the yellow-skirted Fayes

235 Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-lov'd XXVII.

(maze. But see the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest,

Time is our tedious song should here have ending: Heav’n’s youngest teemed star

240 Hath fix'd her polish'd car,

Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lampattending: And all about the courtly stable Bright-harnest Angels fit in order serviceable.

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