This fecond Song presents them to their Father
and Mother.

Noble Lord and Lady bright,
1 have brought ye new delight,
Here behold fo goodly grown
Three fair branches of your own,

Heav'n hath timely try'd their youth,
Their faith, their patience, and their truth;
And fent them here through hard afsays
With a Crown of deathless Praife,

To triumph in victorious dance

O'er fenfual Folly, and Intemperance,

The Dances ended, the Spirit Epiloguizes.

Spir. To the Ocean now Ifly,

And thofe happy climes that ly
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up in the broad fields of the sky:
There I fuck the liquid air

All amidst the Gardens fair

Of Hesperus, and his daughters three
That fing about the golden tree:
Along the crifped fhades and bowres

Revels the fpruce and jocund Spring,

The Graces, and the rofie-bofom'd Hours,

Thither all their bounties bring,

There eternal Summer dwells,

And Weft winds, with musky wing

About the cedar'n alleys fling

Nard, and Caffia's balmy smells.

Iris there with humid bow,

Waters the odorous banks that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Than her purfi'd scarf can shew,
And drenches with Elysian dew
(Lift mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth, and Rofes
Where young Adonis oft repofes,
Waxing well of his deep wound
In flumber foft, and on the ground
Sadly fits th' Affyrian Queen;

But far above in spangled sheen

Celestial Cupid her fam'd Son advanc'd,
Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc'd,
After her wandring labours long,
Till free confent the gods among
Make her his eternal Bride,
And from her fair unfported fide
Two blissful twins are to be born,
Youth and joy; fo Jove hath fworn.
But now my task is fmoothly done,
I can fly, or I can run

Quickly to the green earth's end,

Where the bow'd welkin flow doth bend,

And from thence can foar as foon

To the corners of the Moon.
Mortals that would follow me,

Love virtue, the alone is free,

7

She can teach ye how to clime
Higher than the Sphery chime;
Or if virtue feeble were,
Heav'n it felf would stoop to her.

1

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ΟΝ ΤΗΕ

MORNING

OF

CHRIST'S NATIVITY.

TH

I.

"HIS is the Month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the Son of Heav'ns eternal King,
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born,
Our great Redemption from above did bring;
For fo the holy Sages once did fing,

That he our deadly forfeit should releafe,
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.

That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,
And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty,

Wherewith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel-Table,
To fit the midst of Trinal Unity,

He laid afide; and here with us to be,

Forlook the Courts of everlasting Day,

And chofe with us a darkfom House of mortal Glay,

III.

Say Heav'nly Muse, shall not thy facred vein
Afford a Prefent to the Infant God?

Haft thou no verse, no hymn, or folemn ftrein,
To welcome him to this his new abode,
Now while the Heav'n by the Sun's team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approaching light,
And all the spangled hoft keep watch in fquadrons

IV.

bright?

See how from far upon the Eastern rode
The Star-led Wifards hafte with odours fweet,
O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his bleffed feet;

Have thou the honour firft, thy Lord to greet,
And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire,
From out his fecret Altar toucht with hallow'd fire,

The ΗΥΜ Ν.

I.

T was the Winter wild,

I while the Heav'n-born-child,

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

Had doff'd her gawdy trim,

With her great Mafter so to fymphathize: It was no feafon then for her

To wanton with the Sun her lufty Paramour.

II.

Only with speeches fair
She woo's the gentle Air

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

Pollute with finful blame,

The Saintly Veil of Maiden white to throw, Confounded, that her Makers eyes

Should look fo near upon her foul deformities.

III.

But he her fears to cease,

Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace,

She crown'd with Olive green, came foftly fliding Down through the turning sphear

His ready Harbinger,

With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, And waving wide her mirtle wand,

She strikes a univerfal Peace through Sea and Land.

IV.

No War, or Battails found

Was heard the World around

The idle fpear and shield were high up hung, The hooked Chariot Itood

Unftain'd with hoftile blood,

The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng, And Kings fate ftill with awful eye,

As if they furely knew their fovran Lord was by.

V.

But peacefull 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,