And Babel"s men of age Are wise and deep in lore; But now they were not sage, They saw--but knew no more.

A Captive in the land, A stranger and a youth, He heard the king"s command, He saw that writing"s truth; The lamps around were bright, The prophecy in view; He read it on that night,-- The morrow proved it true!

"Belshazzar"s grave is made, His kingdom pa.s.s"d away, He, in the balance weigh"d, Is light and worthless clay; The shroud, his robe of state; His canopy, the stone: The Mede is at his gate!

The Persian on his throne!"

_--Lord Byron_

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

As Joseph was a-walking, He heard an angel sing, "This night shall be the birth-time Of Christ, the heavenly king.

"He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of paradise, But in an ox"s stall.

"He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But in the fair white linen That usen babies all.

"He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden manger That resteth on the mould."

As Joseph was a-walking, There did an angel sing, And Mary"s child at midnight Was born to be our king.

Then be ye glad, good people, This night of all the year, And light ye up your candles, For his star it shineth clear.

ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST"S NATIVITY

This 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 so the holy sages once did sing, That He our deadly forfeit should release, And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.

That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty Wherewith He wont at Heav"n"s high council-table To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, 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.

Say, heav"nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant G.o.d?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the heav"n by the sun"s team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?

See how from far, upon the eastern road The star-led wizards haste with odors sweet: O run, prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at His blessed feet; 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.

THE HYMN

It was the winter wild While the heav"n-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to Him Had doff"d her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her l.u.s.ty paramour.

Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw, Confounded that her Maker"s eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.

But He, her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-ey"d Peace; She crown"d with olive-green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand, She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.

No war, or battle"s sound Was heard the world around: The idle spear and shield were high up hung, The hooked chariot stood Unstain"d with hostile blood, The trumpet spake not to the armed throng, And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sov"reign Lord was by.

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, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.

The stars with deep amaze, Stand fix"d in steadfast gaze, 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,

And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlighten"d world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axle-tree, could bear.

The shepherds on the lawn, Or ere the point of dawn, Sate simply chatting in a rustic row; Full little thought they then That the mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.

When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet, As never was by mortal finger strook, Divinely warbled voice Answering the stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air, such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.

Nature that heard such sound, Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia"s seat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heav"n and earth in happier union.

At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light, That with long beams the shamefac"d night array"d; The helmed Cherubim, And sworded Seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display"d, Harping in loud and solemn quire, With unexpressive notes to Heaven"s new-born Heir.

Such music (as "tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanc"d world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the welt"ring waves their oozy channel keep.

Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the ba.s.s of Heav"n"s deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th" angelic symphony.

For if such holy song Inwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould And h.e.l.l itself will pa.s.s away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.

Yea, Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orb"d in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing, Mercy will set between, Throned in celestial sheen, 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.

But wisest Fate says, No.

This must not yet be so, The Babe yet lies in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both himself and us to glorify; Yet first to those ychain"d in sleep, The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep,

With such a horrid clang As on Mount Sinai rang, While the red fire and smouldering clouds out-brake: The aged Earth aghast, With terror of that blast, Shall from the surface to the centre shake; When at the world"s last sessin, The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his throne.

And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway, And wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs thro" the arched roof in words deceiving.

Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.

No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-ey"d priest from the prophetic cell.

The lonely mountains o"er, And the resounding sh.o.r.e, A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edg"d with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flow"r-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.

In consecrated earth, And on the holy hearth, The Lars, and Lemures moan with midnight plaint; In urns, and altars round, A drear and dying sound Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint; And the chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.

Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim, With that twice-batter"d G.o.d of Palestine; And mooned Ashtaroth, Heaven"s queen and mother both, Now sits not girt with tapers" holy shine; The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn.

In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.

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: The brutish G.o.ds of Nile as fast, Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis haste.

Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove or green, Trampling the unshow"r"d gra.s.s with lowings loud: Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest, Naught but profoundest h.e.l.l can be his shroud; In vain with timbrell"d anthems dark The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worship"d ark.

He feels from Juda"s land The dreaded infant"s hand, The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; Not all the G.o.ds beside, Longer dare abide, Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine: Our Babe, to show his G.o.dhead true, Can in his swaddling bands control the d.a.m.ned crew.

So, when the sun in bed Curtain"d with cloudy red Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The flocking shadows pale Troop to the infernal jail, Each fetter"d ghost slips to his several grave; And the yellow-skirted fays Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.

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