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With that twice-batter'd God of Palestine : 1
Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine ;
His burning idol all of blackest hue ;
In dismal dance about the furnace blue :
Trampling the unshower'd 4 grass with lowings loud :
Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud
The rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn;
1.God of Palestine :'Dayon.—2 • Hammon: Jupiter-Ammon.-5. Thammuz:' see 1st book of Paradise Lost.'" • Unshower'd :' there being no rain in Egypt.
Nor all the gods beside
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine :
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave;
But see, the Virgin blest
Time is, our tedious song should here have ending;
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending :
EREWHILE of musick, and ethereal mirth,
1 The Passion:' probably a college exercise, written immediately after the former-the one, perhaps, at Christmas, and the other at Easter.
My Muse with Angels did divide to sing ;
In wintery solstice like the shorten'd light,
Most perfect Hero, tried in heaviest plight
He, sovran priest, stooping his regal head,
Yet more; the stroke of death he must abide,
These latest scenes confine my roving verse;
Me softer airs befit, and softer strings
16 Cremona:' alluding to the Italian Vida's poem, · The Christiad.'
That Heaven and Earth are colour'd with my woe;
The leaves should all be black whereon I write,
See, see the chariot, and those rushing wheels,
There doth my soul in holy vision sit,
Mine eye hath found that sad sepulchral rock
For sure so well instructed are my tears,
Or should I thence hurried on viewless wing
; And I (for grief is easily beguild)
Might think the infection of my sorrows loud
This subject the Author finding to be above the years he had, when he wrote
it, and nothing satisfied with what was begun, left it unfinished.
UPON THE CIRCUMCISION.
Ye flaming Powers, and winged Warriours bright, That erst with musick, and triumphant song, First heard by happy watchful shepherds' ear, So sweetly sung your joy the clouds along Through the soft silence of the listening night; Now mourn; and, if sad share with us to bear Your fiery essence can distil no tear, Burn in your sighs, and borrow Seas wept from our deep sorrow; He, who with all Heaven's heraldry whilere Enter'd the world, now bleeds to give us ease ; Alas, how soon our sin Sore doth begin
His infancy to seise ! O more exceeding love, or law more just ? Just law indeed, but more exceeding love! For we, by rightful doom remediless, Were lost in death, till he that dwelt above, High thron’d in secret bliss, for us frail dust Emptied his glory, even to nakedness ; And that great covenant which we still transgress Entirely satisfied ; And the full wrath beside, Of vengeful justice bore for our excess; And seals obedience first, with wounding smart, This day; but 0! ere long, Iluge pangs and strong
Will pierce more near his heart.