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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.
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.
5 But peacefull was the night Wherein the Prince of light
His raign of peace upon the earth began :
Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave, [wave.
The Stars with deep amaze
Bending one way their pretious influence,
Or Lucifer that often warn’d them thence;
7. And though the shady gloom Had given day her room,
The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed,
The new enlightn'd world no more should need;
[bear. Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could
The Shepherds on the Lawn,
Sate simply chatting in a rustick row;
Was kindly come to live with them below ; 90
As all their souls in blissfull rapture took :
Nature that heard such found
Of Cynthia's seat, the Airy region thrilling,
And that her reign had here its last fulfilling;
At last surrounds their fight
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.
Such Musick (as 'tis faid)
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
And the well-ballanc't world on hinges hung,
13. Ring out ye Crystall sphears, Once bless our humane ears,
(If ye have power to touch our senses so)
And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow,
full consort to th’Angelike symphony.
14: For if such holy Song Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould,
15 Yea Truth, and Justice then
141 Will down return to men,
Orb’d in a Rain-bow; and like glories wearing
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
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
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