XXVII. But fee the Virgin blest Hath laid her Babe to rest, Time is our tedious song should here have ending: Heaven's youngest teemed ftar Hath fix'd her polish'd car, 240 Her fleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending : And all about the courtly stable Bright-harneft Angels fit in order ferviceable. E REWHILE of mufic, and ethereal mirth, And joyous news of heav'nly Infant's birth, My Muse with Angels did divide to fing; In wintry folftice like the shorten'd light Soon fwallow'd up in dark and long out-living night. II. For now to forrow muft I tune my fong, And set my harp to notes of faddest woe, Which on our deareft Lord did feize ere long, 5 ΤΟ Dangers, and fnares, and wrongs, and worse than so, Which he for us did freely undergo: Moft perfect Hero, try'd in heaviest plight Of labors huge and hard, too hard for human wight! III. He III. He fovran Priest stooping his regal head, His ftarry front low-rooft beneath the skies; 15 20 Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide, Then lies him meekly down fast by his brethren's fide. IV. These latest scenes confine my roving verse, Of lute, or viol still, more apt for mournful things. V. Befriend me, Night, beft patronefs of grief, And work my flatter'd fancy to belief, That Heav'n and Earth are color'd with my woe; 25 30 The leaves fhould all be black whereon I write, And letters where my tears have wash'd a wannish white. 35 VI. See, fee the chariot, and those rushing wheels, That whirl'd the Prophet up at Chebar flood, My spirit fome tranfporting Cherub feels, Te To bear me where the towers of Salem stood, Once glorious tow'rs, now funk in guiltless blood; 40 There doth my foul in holy vision fit In penfive trance, and anguish, and ecftatic fit. VII. Mine eye hath found that fad fepulchral rock My plaining verse as lively as before; For fure fo well inftructed are my tears, That they would fitly fall in order'd characters. VIII. Or fhould I thence hurried on viewless wing, 50 Might think th' infection of my forrows loud 55 Had got a race of mourners on fome pregnant cloud. This fubject the Author finding to be above the years he had, when he wrote it, and nothing fatisfied with what was begun, left it unfinish'd. F LY envious Time, till thou run out thy race, So little is our lofs, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou haft intomb'd, Then long Eternity shall greet our blifs With an individual kifs; And Joy fhall overtake us as a flood, When every thing that is fincerely good And perfectly divine, 5 ΤΟ 15 With truth, and peace, and love, fhall ever fhine About the supreme throne Of him, t' whofe happy-making fight alone When once our heav`nly-guided foul shall climb, Attir'd with stars, we fhall for ever fit, 20 Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time. VI. UPON Y VI. UPON THE CIRCUMCISION. E flaming Powers, and winged Warriors bright, That erft with mufic, and triumphant song, First heard by happy watchful shepherds' ear, So fweetly fung your joy the clouds along Through the foft filence of the lift'ning night; Now mourn, and if sad share with us to bear Your fiery effence can distil no tear, Burn in your fighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep forrow: He who with all Heav'n's heraldry whilere Sore doth begin His infancy to seize! O more exceeding love or law more just! And that great covenant which we still tranfgrefs And the full wrath befide Of vengeful juftice bore for our excess, And feals obedience first with wounding smart Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more near his heart. ΤΟ VII. AT |