That with long beams the shame-fac'd night ar

The helmed Cherubim

And sworded Seraphim,

[ray'd:

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and folemn quire,

With unexpreffive notes toHeavens new-born Heir. XII.

Such Mufick (as 'tis said)

Before was never made,

But when of old the fons of morning fung,

While the Creator great

His Constellations fet,

And the well-ballanc'd world on hinges hung,

And cast the dark foundations deep,

And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.

XIII.

Ring out ye Crystal sphears,

Once blefs our humane ears,

(If ye have power to touch our fenfes fo) And let your filver chime

Move in melodious time;

And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow,

And

-And with your ninefold harmony

Make up full confort to th' Angelick fymphony.

For if fuch holy Song

XIV.

Enwrap our fancy long,

Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold; And speckl❜d vanity

Will ficken foon and die,

And leprous fin will melt from earthly mould; And Hell it felf will pass away,

And leave her dolorous manfion to the peering day. XV.

Yea, Truth and Justice then

Will down return to men,

Orb'd in a Rainbow, and like glories wearing: Mercy will fit between,

Thron'd in Celestial sheen,

With radiant feet the tiffued clouds down fteering; And Heav'n, as at fome Festival,

Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace-hall. XVI.

But wifeft Fate fays no,

This must not yet be so,

The

The Babe lies yet in fmiling Infancy, That on the bitter cross

Muft redeem our lofs;

So both himself and us to glorifie:

Yet first to those ychain'd in fleep,

The wakeful trump of doom must thunder thro' the

XVII.

With fuch a horrid clang

[deep.

While the red fire and fmouldring clouds out

As on mount Sinai rang,

The aged Earth agast,

With terrour of that blaft,

[brake:

Shall from the furface to the centre shake;

When at the world's laft feffion,

The dreadful Judge in middle Air shall spread his

XVIII.

And then at last our bliss

Full and perfect is,

[throne.

But now begins; for from this happy day

Th' old Dragon under ground

In ftraiter limits bound,

Not half so far casts his ufurped sway ;

And

And wroth to see his Kingdom fail,

Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.

The Oracles are dumb,

XIX.

No voice or hideous humm

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

With hollow fhriek the fteep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed fpell,

Inspires the pale-ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell. XX.

The lonely mountains o're,

And the refounding fhore,

A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;

From haunted spring, and dale,

Edg'd with poplar pale,

The parting Genius is with fighing fent;

With flow'r-inwoven treffes torn,

The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets

XXI.

In confecrated Earth,

[mourn.

And on the holy Hearth,

The

The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight

In Urns, and Altars round,

A drear and dying found

[plaint;

Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint; And the chill Marble seems to sweat,

While each peculiar Power foregoes his wonted feat.

Peor and Baalim

XXII.

Forfake their Temples dim,

With that twice batter'd god of Palestine; And mooned Afhtaroth,

Heav'n's Queen and Mother both,

Now fits not girt with Tapers holy fhine; The Libyc Hammon fhrinks his horn,

In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz

XXIII.

And fullen Moloch fled,

Hath left in fhadows dred

His burning Idol all of blackest hue;

In vain, with Cymbals ring,

They call the grifly King,

In dismal dance about the furnace blue;

U

[mourn.

The

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