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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

On the Morning of CHRISTs Nativity.

Compos'd 1629.

I

This is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherin the Son of Heav'ns 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.

II

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That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty,
Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel-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 darksom House of mortal Clay.

III
Say Heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no vers, no hymn, or solemn strein,
To welcom him to this his new abode,
Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod,

Hath took no print of the approching light,
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?

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See how from far upon the Eastern rode
The Star-led Wisards haste with odours sweet,
O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;
Have thou the honour first, thy Lord to greet,

And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire,
From out his secret Altar toucht with hallow'd fire.

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It was the Winter wilde,
While the Heav'n-born-childe,

All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
Nature in aw to him
Had doff't her gawdy trim,

With her great Master so to sympathize :
It was no season then for her
To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour.

II

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Only with speeches fair
She woo's the gentle Air

To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow,
And on her naked shame,
Pollute with sinfull blame,

The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw,
Confounded, that her Makers eyes
Should look so neer upon her foul deformities.

III

But he her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-eyd Peace,

She crown'd with Olive green, came softly sliding
Down through the turning sphear
His ready Harbinger,

With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing,
And waving wide her mirtle wand,
She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land.

50 IV

No Was, or Battails 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 sate still with awfull eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.

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But peacefull was the night
Wherin the Prince of light

His raign of peace upon the earth began :
The Windes with wonder whist,
Smoothly the waters kist,

Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.

VI

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The Stars with deep amaze
Stand fixt in stedfast gaze,

Bending one way their pretious influence,
And will not take their fight,
For all the morning light,

Or Lucifer that often warn’d them thence;
But in their glimmering Orbs did glow,
Untill their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.

VII

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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,
As his inferiour flame,

The new enlightn'd world no more should need;
He saw a greater Sun appear

Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear.

VIII

The Shepherds on the Lawn,
Or ere the point of dawn,

Sate simply chatting in a rustick row;
Full little thought they than,
That the mighty Pan

Was kindly com to live with them below;
Perhaps their loves, or els their sheep,
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keep.

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IX

When such musick sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet,

As never was by mortall 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.

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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

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At last surrounds their sight
A Globe of circular light,

That with long beams the shame-fac't night array'd,
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

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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,

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,
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to th’Angelike symphony.

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XIV
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 Hell it self will pass away,
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.

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XV

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.
143–4 Orb'd in a Rain-bow; and like glories wearing

Mercy will sit between 1673

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