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O'ER the fmooth enamel'd green,

'Where no print of ftep hath been,
Follow me as I fing,

And touch the warbled ftring,

Under the fhady roof

Of branching elm star-proof.
Follow me,

I will bring you where the fits,
Clad in fplendor as befits
Her Deity.

Such a rural queen

All Arcadia hath not feen.


NYMPHS and thepherds dance no more
By fandy Ladon's lillied banks.
On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar,

Trip no more in twilight ranks,

Though Erymanth your lofs deplore,

A better foil fhall give ye thanks.

From the ftony Monalus,

Bring your flocks, and live with us,
Here ye fhall have greater grace,

To ferve the lady of this place.

Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were,
Yet Syrinx well might wait on her.
Such a rural queen

All Arcadia hath not feen.




O F.



'HIS is the month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the fon of heav'n's eternal King,
Of wedded maid, and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
For fo the holy fages once did fing,

That he our deadly forfeit fhould release,
And with his father work us a perpetual peace,


That glorious form, that light unfufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze of-majefty,

Wherewith he wont at heav'n's high council-table
To fit the midst of trinal unity,

He laid aside; and here. with us to be,
Forfook the courts of everlafting day,

And chofe with us a darkfom house of mortal clay.

Say, heav'nly, Mufe, fhall not thy facred vein,
Afford a prefent to the infant God? or blo
Haft thou no verfe, no hymn, or folemn strain,
To welcome him to this his new abode, ad
Now while the heav'n by the fun's team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approaching light,
And all the fpangled hoft keep watch in fquadrons bright?


See how from far upon the eastern rode

The ftar-led wifards hafte with odours fweet;
O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;

Have thou the honour first, thy Lord to grect,

And join thy voice unto the angel quire,

From out his fecret altar toucht with hallow'd fire.

The HY M N.

T was the winter wild,



While the heav'n-born-child

All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in awe to him

Had doff'd her gaudy trim,

With her great master so to sympathize; It was no feafon then for her

To wanton with the fun her lufty paramour.

Only with speeches fair

She woos the gentle air,

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To hide her guilty front with innocent fnow, And on her naked fhame,

Pollute with finful blame,

The faintly vail of maiden white to throw, Confounded, that her maker's eyes

Should look fo near upon her foul deformities.

But he her fears to ceafe,

Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace;

She crown'd with olive green, came foftly fiding Down through the turning fphear

His ready harbinger,

With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing; And waving wide her myrtle wand,

She strikes an univerfal peace through fea and land.

No war, or battle's found


Was heard the world around, t

The idle fpear and fhield were high up hung,

The hooked chariot flood

Unftain'd with hoftile blood.

The trumpet fpake not to the armed throng, And kings fat ftill with awful eye,

As if they furely knew their fov'reign Lord was by.


But peaceful was the night,

Wherein the prince of light

His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds with wonder whift,

Smoothly the waters kift,

Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave,

While birds of calm fit brooding on the charmed wave.


The stars with deep amaze

Stand fixt in stedfalt gaze,

Bending one way their precious influence;

And will not take their flight,

For all the morning light,

Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;

But in their glimmering orbs did glow,

Until their Lord himself befpake, and bid them go..

And though the fhady gloom

Had giv'n day her room,

The fun himself withheld his wonted speed,.

And hid his head for fhame,

As his inferiour flame

The new-enlightned world no more should need, He faw a greater fun appear

Than his bright throne, or burning axletree could bear..


The fhepherds on the lawn,

Or ere the point of dawn,

Sat fimply chatting in a raftic row;

Full little thought they then,

That the mighty Pan

Was kindly come to live with them below:

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Perhaps their loves, or elfe their sheep,

Was all that did their filly thoughts fo bufy keep,

When fuch mufic sweet


Their hearts and ears did greet,

As never was by mortal finger ftrook, Divinely warbled voice

Answering the ftringed noise,

As all their fouls in blissful rapture took: The air fuch pleafure loth to lofe,

With thousand echoes ftill prolongs each heav'nly clofe.


Nature that heard fuch found

Beneath the hollow round 602

of Cynthia's feat, the airy region thrilling, Now was almost won

Fo think her part was done,

And that her reign had here its laft fulfilling;

She knew fuch harmony alone

Could hold all heav'n and earth in happier union.

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At laft furrounds their fight

A globe of circular light,

That with long beams the fhame-fac'd nightarray'd; The helmed cherubim

And fworded feraphim,

Are feen in glitt'ring ranks with wings difplay'd,

Harping in loud and folemn quire,

With unexpreffive notes to heav'n's new-born heir.

Such mufic (as 'tis faid)

Before was never made,


But when of old the fons of morning fungs

While the Creator great

His conftellations fet,

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

And caff the dark foundations deep,

And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.

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