But fie, my wand'ring Muse, how thou dost stray! 55 Then Ens is represented as father of the Predicaments, his ten sons, whereof the eldest stood for Substance with his canons, which Ens, thus speaking, explains. Good luck befriend thee, son; for at thy birth The faery ladies danced upon the hearth; 60 Try drowsy nurse hath sworn she did them spy Strow all their blessings on thy sleeping head. She heard them give thee this, that thou should'st still From eyes of mortals walk invisible: 66 Yet there is something that doth force my fear, For once it was my dismal hap to hear A Sybil old, bow-bent with crooked age, 70 75 80 85 What power, what force, what mighty spell, if not Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot? 90 The next Quantity and Quality spake in prose, then Relation was called by his name Rivers arise; whether thou be the son Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulphy Dun, Or Trent, who like some earth-born giant spreads His thirsty arms along th' indented meads; Or sullen Mole that runneth underneath, 95 Or Severn swift, guilty of maidens' death; Or coaly Tine, or ancient hallow'd Dee, Or Humber loud that keeps the Scythian's name, Or Medway smooth, or royal tower'd Thame. [The rest was prose.] III. ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY. (Composed 1629.) THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, That he our deadly forfeit should release, That glorious form, that light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of majesty, 100 Wherewith he wont at Heav'n's high council-table 10 To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, He laid aside; and here with us to be, And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. Say, heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15 Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, Now while the Heav'n by the sun's team untrod, 20 bright? See how from far upon the eastern road 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, 25 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, 30 With her great Master so to sympathize: It was no season then for her 35 To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on ner naked shame, 40 She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning sphere His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, 50 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, 55 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 sovereign Lord was by. 28. Isaiah vi. 6, 7. 52. She strikes; so the Latin, fœdus ferire. But peaceful was the night, 61 Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds with wonder whist Smoothly the waters kiss'd, Whisp'ring new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, 65 While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. 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, 80 As his inferior flame The new enlighten'd world no more should need; He saw a greater sun appear [bear. Than his bright throne, or burning axle-tree could Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep. Nature that heard such sound, Beneath the hollow round Of Cynthia's seat, the aery 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 101 105 Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union. At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light, 110 That with long beams the shame-faced night arThe helmed cherubim And sworded seraphim, [ray'd; Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and solemn quire, 115 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-balanced world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, 120 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, 125 And let the base of Heav'n's deep organ blow, 130 And with your ninefold harmony, Make up full concert to th' angelic symphony. For if such holy song Inwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch the age of Gold, 135 And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould, And Hell itself will pass away, 139 And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day |