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O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
The HYM N.
T was the Winter wild,
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies Nature in awe to him
Had doff'd her gawdy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathize:
To wanton with the Sun, her lufty Paramour.
Only with speeches fair
She woos the gentle Air,
To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow,
The Saintly Veil of Maiden white to throw ;
Should look fo near upon her foul deformities.
But he, her fears to ceafe,
Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace ;
She, crown'd with Olive green, came foftly fliding
With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing;
No War, or Battle's found,
The idle fpear and fhield were high up hung,
Unftain'd with hostile blood,
The Trumpet fpake not to the armed throng;
As if they furely knew their fovereign Lord was by.
But peaceful was the night,
His reign of peace upon the earth began:
Whispering new joys to the mild Ocean,
While Birds of Calm fit brooding on the charmed Wave,
The Stars with deep amaze
Bending one way their precious influence,
And will not take their flight,
Of Lucifer, that often warm'd them thence ;
Until their Lord himself befpake, and bid them go.
And though the fhady gloom
The Sun himself with-held his wonted fpeed,
As his inferior flame
The new-enlighten'd World no more should need,
Than his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.
The Shepherds on the Lawn,
Sat fimply chatting in a rustic row;
Was kindly come to live with them below;
When fuch mufick fweet
As never was by mortal finger ftrook,
As all their Souls in blissful rapture took:
With thousand echo's ftill prolongs each heav'nly close. X.
Nature that heard fuch found
Beneath the hollow round
Of Cynthia's feat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won
To think her part was done,
And that her reign had here its last fulfillings
She knew fuch harmony alone
Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier Union.
At laft furrounds their fight
That with long beams the fhame-fac'd night array'd ;
Are feen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and folemn Choir,
With inexpreffive notes, to Heav'n's new-born Heir.
Such Mufick (as 'tis faid)
Before was never made,
But when of old the fons of morning fung,
While the Creator great
His Conftellations fet,
And the well ballanc'd world on hinges hung,
And caft the dark foundations deep,
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.
Ring out, ye Crystal Sphears,
Once blefs our human ears,
(If ye have pow'r to touch our fenfes fo) And let your filver chime
Move in melodious time,
And let the Bafs of Heav'n's deep Organ blow;
For if fuch holy Song
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold,
Will ficken foon and die,
And leprous fin will melt from earthly mould,
And leave her dolorous manfions to the peering day.
Yea, Truth and Justice then
Will down return to men,
Orb'd in a Rain-bow, and like glories wearing :
With radiant feet the tiffued clouds down steering;
open wide the Gates of her high Palace-hall.
But wifeft Fate fays no,
The Babe lies yet in fmiling Infancy,
That on the bitter cross
So both himself and us to glorifie:
Yet first to thofe ychain'd in fleep,
The wakeful trump of doom muft thunder thro' the deer.
With fuch a horrid clang
While the red fire, and fmouldring clouds out brake:
Shall from the furface to the centre fhake;
When at the world's laft feffion,
The dreadful Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne.
And then at laft our bliss
Full and perfect is;
But now begins: for from this happy day
Not half fo far cafts his ufurped fway,
The Oracles are dumb;
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving:
Can no more divine,
With hollow fhriek the steep of Delphos leaving.
The lonely mountains o'er,
And the refounding fhore,
A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;
The parting Genius is with fighing fent:
With flow'r-inwov'n treffes torn,
The Nymphs in twilight fhade of tangled thickets