Of Cynthia’s seat the airy Region thrilling,Īnd that her reign had here its last fulfilling:Ĭould hold all Heaven and Earth in happier union. With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close. Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.Īs all their souls in blissful rapture took: Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Than his bright Throne or burning axletree could bear. The new-enlightened world no more should need: The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go. Or Lucifer that often warned them thence While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.īending one way their precious influence, The trumpet spake not to the armèd throng Īs if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by. The idle spear and shield were high uphung She strikes a universal peace through sea and land. With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing She, crowned with olive green, came softly sliding Should look so near upon her foul deformities. The saintly veil of maiden white to throw To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour. Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,įrom out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.Īll meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies Oh! run prevent them with thy humble ode, The star-led Wisards haste with odours sweet! Hath took no print of the approaching light,Īnd all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright? Now while the heaven, by the Sun’s team untrod,
Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,
Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Wherewith he wont at Heaven’s high council-tableĪnd chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay. That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, That he our deadly forfeit should release,Īnd with his Father work us a perpetual peace. Our great redemption from above did bring Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King, This is the month, and this the happy morn,