The Nativity. 291 Richard Crashaw. THE NATIVITY. GLOOMY night embraced the place The babe look'd up and show'd his face- We saw thee in thy balmy nest, She sings thy tears asleep, and dips That in their buds yet blushing lie. In heavenly praise employ ; Spread his tremendous name around, Till heaven's broad arch rings back the sound, The general burst of joy. Ye whom the charms of grandeur please, Fall prostrate at his throne; Ye princes, rulers, all adore; Praise him, ye kings, who makes your power An image of his own. Ye fair, by nature formed to move, e-then soar away, Sigh his bless'd name— And ask an angel's lyre. A Prayer to the Almighty. 283 Anna Letitia Barbauld. A PRAYER TO THE ALMIGHTY. GOD of my life, and Author of my days! ; Yet when young April's husband-showers Shall bless the faithful Maia's bed, To kiss thy feet and crown thy head: Christopher Smart. ON RECOVERY FROM SICKNESS. WHEN Israel's Ruler, on the Royal bed The down relieved not his anointed head, And rest gave place to horror and dismay : Fast flow'd the tears, high heaved each gasping sigh, When God's own prophet thunder'd—Monarch, thou must die. But, O immortals, what had I to plead, When death stood o'er me with his threat'ning lance! When reason left me in the time of need, And sense was lost in terror or in trance; Reflections. My sinking soul was with my blood inflamed, The virtuous partner of my nuptial bands 293 Beckon me back to them, to life, to light. I come, ye spotless sweets! I come again; Nor have your tears been shed, nor have ye knelt in vain. Rev. George Crabbe. REFLECTIONS. WHEN all the fiercer passions cease When the deluded soul in peace, When we are taught in whom to trust, (Our prudence kind, our pity just), |