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Nature in awe to him
With her great Master so to sympathize :
35 To wanton with the fun her lusty paramour.
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow,
The faintly veil of maiden white to throw,
45 Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace ;
She crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding
With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, 50
The idle spear and shield were high up hung, 55
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng,
His reign of peace upon the earth began :
Whisp'ring new joys to the mild ocean,
VI. The stars with deep amaze Stand fix'd in stedfast gaze,
70 Bending one way their precious influence, And will not take their flight, For all the morning light,
Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, 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, And hid his head for shame,
80 As his inferior flame
The new inlightend world no more should need; He saw a greater sun appear Than his brightthrone, or burning axletree could bear,
VIII. 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; 90
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
As never was by mortal finger strook, 95
As all their souls in blissful rapture took :
99 With thoufandecho's still prolongseach heav'nly close.
Of Cynthia's seat, the aery region thrilling,
115 With unexpressive notes to Heav'n's new-born Heir.
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
And the well-balanc'd world on hinges hung,
XIII. Ring out ye crystal Spheres,
125 Once bless 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 base of Heav'n's deep organ blow, And with
137 Make up full confort to th'angelic symphony:
Time will run back and fetch the age of gold, 135
And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mold, And Hell itself will pass away,
139 And leave her dolorous manfions to the peering day.
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 radiąnt feet the tissued clouds down fteering And Heav'n, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.
The babe lies yet in smiling infancy,
So both himself and us to glorify:
While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out
[brake: With terror of that blast,
Shall from the surface to the center shake;
throne. The dreadful Judge in middle air fhall spread his
165 Full and perfect is,
But now begins ; for from this happy day.
Not half so far casts his usurped sway, 170
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.