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spring 1629
)

1
See
El.
4, n. 10.

2
a fountain at Corinth.

3
Pursued by Apollo, Daphne was turned into a laurel at her own entreaty; thereafter, the leaves of the tree became a symbol of his patronage of poetry and music.

4
the nightingale, whose song in spring portends success in love.

6
the vernal equinox. Ethiopia was considered all Africa south of Egypt; Tithonus, loved by Aurora, the dawn, stands for the east; and Arctos, the double constellation of the Great and Lesser Bears, is the north.

6
See
Ely
, n. 12. Lycaon, the son of Callisto (the Wain) and Jove, is the Lesser Bear.

7
See
Fair Infant
, n. 8.

8
the moon; Lucifer is the sun.

9
Jove made her beloved Tithonus immortal but not eternally youthful.

10
While hunting, Cephalus, also beloved by Aurora, unwittingly killed his jealous wife Procis.

11
a mountain overlooking Athens.

12
goddess of crops, identified with Earth and Cybele, the Great Mother, who was worshipped on Mt. Ida.

13
See
Vice-Chancellor
, n. 16.

14
Apollo was god of healing.

15
consort of Oceanus and mother of rivers. Hesperia was the west, and Tartessus, a maritime city of Spain.

16
Juno, in anger, persuaded her to entreat Jove to visit her, a mortal, as a god, for Juno knew that she would be consumed by his lightning.

17
alluding to the myth of Arion.

On the Morning of Christs Nativity
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I

               
This is the Month, and this the happy morn

               
Wherin the Son of Heav’ns eternal King,

               
Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother
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bom,

               
Our great redemption from above did bring;

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   5        
For so the holy sages once did sing,

    
             That he our deadly forfeit should release,

               
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.

II

               
That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable,

               
And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty,

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   10        
Wherwith he wont at Heav’ns high Councel-Table,

               
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,

               
He laid aside;
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and here with us to be,

    
             Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day,

               
And chose with us a darksom House of mortal Clay.

III

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   15        
Say Heav’nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein

               
Afford a present to the Infant God?

               
Hast thou no vers, no hymn, or solemn strein,

               
To welcom him to this his new abode,

               
Now while the Heav’n by the Suns team untrod,

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  20   
    
         Hath took no print of the approaching light,

               
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?

IV

               
See how from far upon the Eastern rode

               
The Star-led Wisards
4
haste with odours sweet:

               
O run, prevent
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them with thy humble ode,

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   25        
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;

               
Have thou the honour first, thy Lord to greet,

    
             And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire,

               
From out his secret Altar toucht with hallow’d fire.
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The Hymn

I

               
It was the Winter wild,

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   30        
While the Heav’n-born-child,

    
             All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies;

               
Nature in aw to him

               
Had doff’t her gawdy trim,

    
             With her great Master so to sympathize:

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   35        
It was no season then for her

               
To wanton with the Sun, her lusty Paramour.

II

               
Onely with speeches fair

               
She woos the gentle Air

    
             To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow,

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   40        
And on her naked shame,

               
Pollute
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with sinfull blame,

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

               
Should look so neer upon her foul deformities.

III

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   45        
But he her fears to cease,

               
Sent down the meek-ey’d Peace;

    
             She crown’d with Olive green,
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came softly sliding

               
Down through the turning sphear
10

               
His ready Harbinger,

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  50   
    
         With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing,

               
And waving wide her mirtle wand,

               
She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land.

IV

               
No War, or Battails sound

               
Was heard the World around:
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  55   
    
         The idle spear and shield were high up hung;

               
The hooked Chariot stood

               
Unstain’d with hostile blood,

    
             The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng,

               
And Kings sate still with awfull eye,

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   60        
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.

V

               
But peacefull was the night

               
Wherin the Prince of light

    
             His raign of peace upon the earth began:

               
The Winds with wonder whist,
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65

   65        
Smoothly the waters kist,

    
             Whispering new joyes to the mild Ocean,

               
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,

               
While Birds of Calm
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sit brooding on the charmed wave.

VI

               
The Stars with deep amaze

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   70        
Stand fixt in stedfast gaze,

    
             Bending one way their pretious influence,
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And will not take their flight,

               
For all the morning light,

    
             Or
Lucifer
15
that often warn’d them thence;

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   75        
But in their glimmering Orbs did glow,

               
Untill their Lord himself bespake, and bid them go.

VII

               
And though the shady gloom

               
Had given day her room,

    
             The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed,

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   80        
And hid his head for shame,

               
As his inferiour flame,

    
             The new-enlight’n’d world no more should need;

               
He saw a greater Sun appear

               
Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree
16
could bear.

VIII

85

   85        
The Shepherds
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on the Lawn,

               
Or ere the point of dawn,

    
             Sate simply chatting in a rustick row;

               
Full little thought they than,

               
That the mighty
Pan
18

90

  90   
    
         Was kindly
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com to live with them below;

               
Perhaps their loves, or els their sheep,

               
Was all that did their silly
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thoughts so busie keep.

IX

               
When such musick sweet

               
Their hearts and ears did greet,

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  95   
    
         As never was by mortall singer strook,

               
Divinely-warbled voice

               
Answering the stringed noise,

    
             As all their souls in blisfull rapture took:

               
The Air such pleasure loth to lose,

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   100     
With thousand echoes still prolongs each heav’nly close.
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X

               
Nature that heard such sound

               
Beneath the hollow round

           
      
       Of
Cynthia’s
seat,
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the Airy region thrilling,

               
Now was almost won

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   105     
To think her part was don,

           
      
       And that her raign had here its last fulfilling;

               
She knew such harmony
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alone

               
Could hold all Heav’n and Earth in happier union.

XI

               
At last surrounds their sight

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   110     
A Globe of circular light,

           
      
       That with long beams the shame-fac’t night array’d,

               
The helmed Cherubim

               
And sworded Seraphim

           
      
       Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid,

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   115     
Harping in loud and solemn quire,

               
With unexpressive
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notes to Heav’ns new-born Heir.

XII

               
Such Musick (as ‘tis said)
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Before was never made,

           
      
       But when of old the sons of morning sung,

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   120     
While the Creator Great

               
His constellations set,

           
      
       And the well-ballanc’t world on hinges hung,

               
And cast the dark foundations deep,

               
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.

XIII

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   125     
Ring out ye Crystall sphears,
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Once bless our human ears,

           
      
       (If ye have power to touch our senses so)

               
And let your silver chime

               
Move in melodious time;

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   130  
      
       And let the Base of Heav’ns deep Organ blow,

               
And with your ninefold harmony

               
Make up full consort
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to th’ Angelick symphony.

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