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Yea Truth and Justice then
Will down return to men,
Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing, Mercy will sit between,
Thron'd in celestial sheen,
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steer
And heav'n, as at some festival,
Will open wide the gates of her high palace hall.
But wisest Fate says, no,
This must not yet be so,
The babe lies yet in smiling infancy, That on the bitter cross
Must redeem our loss;
So both himself and us to glorify;
Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep,
143 Orb'd] In ed. 1645.
Th' enamell'd arras of the rainbow wearing;
Shall from the surface to the centre shake;
When at the world's last session,
The dreadful Judge in middle air shall spread his
And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day The old Dragon under ground
In straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway,
And wroth to see his kingdom fail,
The oracles are dumb,
No voice or hideous hum
Runs thro' the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine
Can no more divine,
With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell
Inspires the pale-ey'd priest from the prophetic cell.
The lonely mountains o'er,
And the resounding shore,
172 Swinges] See Cowley's Davideis, p. 313.
'Pectora tum longæ percellit verbere caudæ.'
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament; From haunted spring, and dale
Edg'd with poplar pale,
The parting genius is with sighing sent; With flow'r-inwoven tresses torn
The Lars, and Lemures moan with midnight
In urns, and altars round,
A drear and dying sound
Affrights the Flamens at their service quaint;
And the chill marble seems to sweat,
While each peculiar Pow'r foregoes his wonted seat.
Peor and Baälim
Forsake their temples dim,
With that twice-batter'd God of Palestine;
183 weeping] Matthew, ii. 18.
"In Rama was there a
voice heard, lamentation and weeping,' Warton.
185 poplar pale] Hall's Satires, ed. Sing. p. 93. The
palish poplar;' and 169, tree.' Virg. Ecl. ix. 39.
and palish twigs of deadly poplar 'Candida populus.'
191 Lars] Lemures, et Larvas, et Empusas.' Miltoni Prolus. P. 80.
197 Peor] See B. Martini Var. Lectiones, p. 131, 132.
And mooned Ashtaroth,
Heav'n's queen and mother both,
Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine; The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn,
In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz
And sullen Moloch fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals ring
They call the grisly king,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue : The brutish Gods of Nile as fast,
Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis haste.
Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud; In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark
The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipp'd ark.
200 mooned] Milton added this word to our language. Todd. 215 Trampling] Benlowes's Theophila, p. 237.
Of wide hornd oxen trampling grass with lowings loud.'
He feels from Juda's land
The dreaded Infant's hand,
The of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; Nor all the Gods beside,
Longer dare abide,
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:
Our babe, to show his Godhead true,
Can in his swaddling bands control the damned
So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red,
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, The flocking shadows pale
Troop to th' infernal jail,
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; And the yellow-skirted Fayes [maze. Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-lov'd
231 chin] T. Warton has not remarked the use of this word in old poetry; when it brought with it no associations of familiarity or burlesque. Chapman's Hom. Il. p. 113, 'Both goddesses let fall their chins.' Odyss. p. 303. 310, Jove shook his sable chin.' The Ballad of Gil Morrice, 158, And kiss'd baith mouth and chin,' 169, And syne she kiss'd his bluidy cheeke, and syne his bluidy chin.' And Percy's Reliques, iii. 57, Our Lady bore up her chinne.' 232 shadows] M. Bowle refers to Mids. Night Dream, act iii, sc. ult.
And yonder shines,' &c.