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ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY.
This is the month, and this the happy morn,
That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his father work us a perpetual peace.
That glorious form, that light unsufferable,
Forsook the courts of everlasting day,
Say, heav'nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15
Now while the heav'n by the sun's team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approaching light, 20 And all the spangled host keep watch in squad
See how from far upon the eastern road
And join thy voice unto the Angel quire,
19 sun's team] Henry IV. P. I. act iii. sc. 4. heavenly. harness'd team. Todd.
star-led] “The starre-led sages that would Christ behold. Bancroft's Sec. B. of Epigrams, Ep. 228. Todd. Storer's Life of Wolsey, p. 21.
When wise magicians wandered far awide
To find the place of our Messiah's birth.' 28 wisards] Spenser's F. Q. iv. xii. 2. ' antique wisards.' i. iv. 12. and strong advizement of six wizards old.' Vurton. The Syracusan wizard did invent. Storer's Life of Wolsey, p.12. And Fitz-Geffrey's Holy Raptures, p.37.17.
It was the winter wild,
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;
With her great Master so to sympathize :
Only with speeches fair
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow,
The saintly veil of maiden white to throw, Confounded that her Maker's
eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
But he her fears to cease,
She, crown'd with olives green, came softly
With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; 50
And waving wide her myrtle wand,
Nor war, or battle's sound
The idle spear and shield were high up hung,
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng, And kings sat still with awful
eye, As if they surely knew their sov'reign Lord was by.
But peaceful was the night,
His reign of peace upon the earth began :
Whisp'ring new joys to the mild ocean,
64 whist] Nash's Dido, 1594. "The ayre is cleere, and southerne windes are whist.' Todd. Golding's Ovid, p. 63. • The waters whist.' « Winds whist.' Aylet's Divine Poems,
* If the winde be whist.' Marlowe's Hero and Le. ander, p. 13. 'far from the toure, when all is whist and still.' And see S. Hardinge's Com. Verses to W. Browne, from MS, in Beloe's Anecd, vi. 68.
« The winds that erst were whist
Beginne to roare,
Shreeks as before.
Who now hath quite forgot to rave, (wave. While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed
The stars with deep amaze
Bending one way their precious influence,
Or Lucifer that often warn’d them thence;
And though the shady gloom
The sun himself withheld his wonted speed,
Each sproutinge pauncie in the meade
For griefe begins to hang a head. The weepinge brooke in grovelling tones glide umblinge doun, Dimples its own sleeke cheeks, and thanks you with a frowne.' And Quarles's Divine Poems, p. 23. “The winds were whist.' 77 This stanza copied from Spenser's April.
I sawe Phoebus thrust out his golden hede
Upon her to gaze :
It did him amaze.