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Pollute with sinfull blame,

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

3. But he her fears to cease, Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace,

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

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

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4. No War, or Battels 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 fate still with awfull

eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.

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5 But peacefull was the night Wherein the Prince of light

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

Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean,

Who now hath quite forgot to rave, [wave.
While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed

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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 flight,
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.

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7. 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

[bear. Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could

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8.

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 come to live with them below ; 90
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
Was all that did their filly thoughts so busie keep.

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When such musick sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet,

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As never was by mortal finger strook,
Divinely-warbl’d voice
Answering the stringed noise,

As all their souls in blissfull rapture took :
The Air such pleasure loth to lose, [close.
With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly

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Nature that heard such found
Beneath the hollow round

Of Cynthia's seat, the Airy region thrilling,
Nor 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.

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At last surrounds their fight
A Globe of circular light,

That with long beams the shame-fac't night arThe helmed Cherubim

[ray'd, And sworded Seraphim,

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid, Harping in loud and folemn quire, With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new-born Heir.

12.

Such Musick (as 'tis faid)
Before was never made,

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But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While the Creator great
His Constellations fet,

And the well-ballanc't world on hinges hung,
And cast the dark foundations deep, [keep.
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel

13. Ring out ye Crystall sphears, Once bless our humane 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

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full consort to th’Angelike symphony.

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14: For if such holy Song Enwrap our fancy long,

Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold,
And speckld vanity
Will ficken 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.

15 Yea Truth, and Justice then

141 Will down return to men,

Orb’d in a Rain-bow; and like glories wearing
Mercy will fit between,
Thron'd in Celestial sheen,

With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearing, And Heav'n as at some Festivall, Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall.

16. 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 deep. The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through

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17: With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang

[brake : While the red fire, and smouldring clouds out The aged Earth agast With terrour of that blast,

Shall from the surface to the center shake; When at the worlds last session, [throne. The dreadful Judge in middle Air shall spread his

18. And then at last our bliss Full and perfet 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 wroth to see his Kingdom fail,
Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.

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