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As his inferior flame

The new enlighten'd world no more should need;

[bear.

He saw a greater sun appear
Than his bright throne, or burning axletree could

VIII.

The shepherds on the lawn,

Or e'er the point of dawn,

Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;

Full little thought they then

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 silly thoughts so busy keep.

IX.

When such music sweet

Their hearts and ears did greet,

As never was by mortal finger strook, Divinely-warbled voice

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X.

Answering the stringed noise,

As all their souls in blissful rapture took: The air such pleasure loath to lose,

[close. With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly

Nature that heard such sound,

Beneath the hollow round

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Pan] Spenser's July. The flockes of mightic Pan.'

Wurton

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Of Cynthia's seat, the airy 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

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,

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That with long beams the shamefac'd night arThe helmed Cherubim,

[ray'd;

And sworded Seraphim,

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and solemn quire, [Heir. With unexpressive notes to Heaven's new-born

XII.

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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-balanc'd world on hinges hung, And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the welt'ring waves their oozy channel

[keep.

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116 unexpressive] This word was, perhaps, coined by Shakespeare. As you like it, act iii. sc. 2,

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she!' Warton.

XIII.

Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
Once bless our human ears,

If ye have pow'r to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime

Move in melodious time,

And let the base of heav'n's deep organ blow;

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And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to th' angelic symphony.

XIV.

For if such holy song

Inwrap our fancy long,

Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold, And speckled Vanity

Will sicken soon and die,

And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell itself will pass away,

And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering

day.

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125 crystal] Heaven's hard crystal.' Marlowe's Hero and Leander, p. 90.

126 silver] Machin's Dumbe Knight, 1608.

'It was as silver as the chime of spheres.' Todd. 134 gold] 'See listening Time run back to fetch the age of gold.' Benlowes's Theophila, st. xcv. p. 248. 140 leave] Virg. Æn. viii. 245.

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regna recludat

Pallida, dîs invisa; superque immane barathrum
Cernatur, trepidentque immisso lumine Manes.'

Warton.

XV

Yea Truth and Justice then

Will down return to men,

Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,

Mercy will sit between,

Thron'd in celestial sheen,

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With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steerAnd heav'n, as at some festival, Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.

[ing:

XVI.

But wisest Fate says No,

This must not yet be so,

The babe yet lies in smiling infancy,

That on the bitter cross
Must redeem our loss;

So both himself and us to glorify;
Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep, [the deep;
The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through

113 Orb'd] In ed. 1645.

XVII.

With such a horrid clang.
As on mount Sinai rang,

[brake:

While the red fire, and smouldering clouds out

The aged earth aghast,

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With terror of that blast,

·

Th' enamell'd arras of the rainbow wearing;

And Mercy set between,' &c.

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Shall from the surface to the centre shake;

When at the world's last session,

[throne.

The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his

XVIII.

And then at last our bliss

Full and perfect is,

But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground

In straiter limits bound,

Not half so far casts his usurped sway, And wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

XIX.

XX.

The lonely mountains o'er,
And the resounding shore,

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The oracles are dumb,

No voice or hideous hum

Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine

Can no more divine,

With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell

Inspires the pale-ey'd priest from the prophetic cell.

172 Swinges] See Cowley's Davideis, p. 313
'Pectora tum longe percellit verbere caudæ.'

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