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Yet fhall he live in ftrife, and at his door
The next Quantity and Quality spake in prose, then Relation was call'd by his name.
IVERS arife; whether thou be the fon
Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee,
On the MORNING of CHRIST'S NATIVITY, Compos'd 1629.
HIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heav'n's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin-Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For fo the holy fages once did fing,
That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious form, that light unfufferable,
Wherewith he wont at Heav'n's high council-table To fit the midst of Trinal Unity,
He laid afide; and here with us to be,
Say heav'nly Muse, shall not thy facred vein
Haft thou no verfe, no hymn, or folemn strain,
See how from far upon the eastern road
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 fquadrons bright?
The HY M N,
T was the winter wild,
And join thy voice unto the Angel quire, From out his fecret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire,
Nature in awe to him
With her great Mafter fo to fympathize:
To wanton with the fun her lufty paramour.
Only with speeches fair
To hide her guilty front with innocent fnow,
The faintly veil of maiden white to throw,
But he her fears to cease,
She crown'd with olive green, came foftly 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 univerfal peace through sea and land.
No war, or battel's found
The idle spear and shield were high up hung, 55 The hooked chariot stood, Unftain'd with hoftile blood,
The trumpet fpake not to the armed throng, And kings fat ftill with awful eye,
As if they furely knew their fovran Lord was by. 60
But peaceful was the night,
His reign of peace upon the earth began :
Whifp'ring new joys to the mild ocean,
The stars with deep amaze
Bending one way their precious influence,
Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;
And though the shady gloom
The fun himself withheld his wonted speed,
The fhepherds on the lawn,
Sat fimply chatting in a rustic row;
The new inlighten'd world no more should need; He faw a greater fun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree could bear, VIII.
Was kindly come to live with them below; 99
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
When fuch music sweet
As never was by mortal finger ftrook,
As all their fouls in blissful rapture took :
Nature that heard fuch found,
Of Cynthia's feat, the aery region thrilling,
To think her part was done,
And that her reign had here its lafst fulfilling; She knew fuch harmony alone Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union. XI. At laft furrounds their fight A globe of circular light,
That with long beams the fhame-fac'd night array'd;
Such mufic (as 'tis faid)
Are feen in glittering ranks with wings display'd,