The Stars with deep amaze Stand fit in steadfast gaze, 70 Bending one way their pretious influence, And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warned them thence; But in their glimmering Orbs did glow, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.
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And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, 80 As his inferior flame, The new enlightened world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.
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The Shepherds on the Lawn, Or ere the point of dawn, Sate simply chatting in a rustic row; Full little thought they than, That the mighty Pan Was kindly com to live with them below; 90 Perhaps their loves, or els their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keep.
IX
When such Musick 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 blisfull rapture took: The Air such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echo"s still prolongs each heav"nly close. 100
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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 don And that her raign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all Heav"n and Earth in happier union.
XI
At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light, 110 That with long beams the shame faced night arrayed The helmed Cherubim And sworded Seraphim, Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid, Harping in loud and solemn quire, With unexpressive notes to Heav"ns new-born Heir.
XII
Such Musick (as "tis said) Before was never made, But when of old the sons of morning sung, While the Creator Great His constellations set, 120 And the well-ballanc"t world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.
XIII
Ring out ye Crystall sphears, 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 Base of Heav"ns deep Organ blow, 130 And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to th"Angelike symphony.
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For if such holy Song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckl"d vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould, And h.e.l.l it self will pa.s.s away And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day. 140
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Yea Truth, and Justice then Will down return to men, Th"enameld Arras of the Rain-bow wearing, And Mercy set between Thron"d in Celestiall sheen, With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearing, And Heav"n as at som festivall, Will open wide the gates of her high Palace Hall.
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But wisest Fate sayes no, This must not yet be so, 150 The Babe lies yet in smiling Infancy, That on the bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both himself and us to glorifie: Yet first to those ychain"d in sleep, The Wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep,
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With such a horrid clang As on Mount Sinai rang While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out brake: The aged Earth agast 160 With terrour of that blast, Shall from the surface to the center shake; When at the worlds last session, The dreadfull Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne.
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 wrath to see his Kingdom fail, Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.
XIX
The Oracles are dumm, No voice or hideous humm Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving.
Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leaving.
No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspire"s the pale-ey"d Priest from the prophetic cell. 180
XX
The lonely mountains o"re, 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 flowre-inwov"n tresses torn The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
XXI
In consecrated Earth, And on the holy Hearth, 190 The Lars, and Lemures moan with midnight plaint, In Urns, and Altars round, A drear, and dying sound Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint; And the chill Marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat.
XXII
Peor, and Baalim, Forsake their Temples dim, With that twise-batter"d G.o.d of Palestine, And mooned Ashtaroth, 200 Heav"ns Queen and Mother both, Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shine, The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn, In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz mourn.
XXIII
And sullen Moloch fled, Hath left in shadows dred, His burning Idol all of blackest hue, In vain with Cymbals ring, They call the grisly king, In dismall dance about the furnace Blue; 210 And Brutish G.o.ds of Nile as fast, lsis and Orus, and the Dog Anubis hast.
THE Pa.s.sION.
I
ERE-while of Musick, and Ethereal mirth, Wherwith the stage of Ayr and Earth did ring, And joyous news of heav"nly Infants birth, My muse with Angels did divide to sing; But headlong joy is ever on the wing, In Wintry solstice like the shortn"d light Soon swallow"d up in dark and long out-living night.
II
For now to sorrow must I tune my song, And set my Harpe to notes of saddest wo, Which on our dearest Lord did sease er"e long, Dangers, and snares, and wrongs, and worse then so, 10 Which he for us did freely undergo.
Most perfect Heroe, try"d in heaviest plight Of labours huge and hard, too hard for human wight.
III
He sov"ran Priest stooping his regall head That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes, Poor fleshly Tabernacle entered, His starry front low-rooft beneath the skies; O what a Mask was there, what a disguise!
Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide, 20 Then lies him meekly down fast by his Brethrens side.
IV
These latter scenes confine my roving vers, To this Horizon is my Phoebus bound, His G.o.dlike acts, and his temptations fierce, And former sufferings other where are found; Loud o"re the rest Cremona"s Trump doth sound; Me softer airs befit, and softer strings Of Lute, or Viol still, more apt for mournful things.
Note: 22 latter] latest 1673.
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