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BOOK SECOND
62 ODE ON THE MORNING OF CHRIST'S NATIVITY

This is the month, and this the happy morn
Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King
Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
Our great redemption from above did bring;
For so the holy sages once did sing
That He our deadly forfeit should release,
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 Heaven's high council-table
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,
He laid aside; and, here with us to be,
Forsook the courts of everlasting day,
And chose with us a darksome house of mortal clay.

Say, heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein
Afford a present to the Infant God?
Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain
To welcome Him to this His new abode,
Now while the heaven, by the sun's team untrod,
Hath took no print of the approaching light,
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?

See how from far, upon the eastern road,
The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet:
O run, prevent them with thy humble ode
And lay it lowly at His blessed feet;
Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet,
And join thy voice unto the angel quire
From out His secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire.

THE HYMN
It was the winter wild
While the heaven-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 season then for her
To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.

Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air
To hide her guilty front with innocent snow;
And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame,
The saintly veil of maiden white to throw;
Confounded, that her Maker's eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.

But He, her fears to cease,
Sent down the meek-eyed Peace;
She, crown'd with olive green, came softly sliding
Down through the turning sphere, His ready harbinger,
With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing;
And waving wide her myrtle wand,
She strikes a universal peace through sea and land.

No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around:
The idle spear and shield were high uphung;
The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood;
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng;
And kings sat still with awful eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran 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 whist,
Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.

The stars, with deep amaze,
Stand fix'd in steadfast 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 bespake, and bid them go.
And though the shady gloom Had given day her room,
The sun himself withheld his wonted speed,
And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame
The new-enlighten'd world no more should need:
He saw a greater Sun appear
Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
The shepherds on the lawn Or ere the point of dawn
Sate simply chatting in a rustic row;
Full little thought they than That the mighty Pan
Was kindly come to live with them below;
Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
When such music sweet
Their hearts and ears did greet
As never was by mortal finger strook
Divinely-warbled voice Answering the stringed noise,
As all their souls in blissful rapture took:
The air, such pleasure loth to lose,
With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.

Nature that heard such sound Beneath the hollow round
Of Cynthia's seat the airy region thrilling,
Now was almost won To think her part was done,
And that her reign had here its last fulfilling;
She knew such harmony alone
Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union.

At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light,
That with long beams the shamefaced night array'd;
The helmed Cherubim And sworded Seraphim
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd,
Harping in loud and solemn quire
With unespressive notes, to Heaven's new-born Heir.

Such music (as 'tis said) Before was never made
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
While the Creator great His constellations set
And the well-balanced world on hinges hung;
And cast the dark foundations deep,
And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.

Ring out, ye crystal spheres!
Once bless our human ears,
If ye have power to touch our senses so;
And let your silver chime Move in melodious time;
And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow;
And with your ninefold harmony
Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
For if such holy song, Enwrap our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold;
And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould;
And Hell itself will pass away,
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.

Yea, Truth and Justice then Will down return to men,
Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,
Mercy will sit between
Throned in celestial sheen,
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steering;
And Heaven, 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 yet lies 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
The wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep,

With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang
While the red fire and smouldering clouds out-brake:
The aged Earth aghast With terror of that blast
Shall from the surface to the centre shake,
When, at the world's last session,
The dreadful judge in middle air shall spread His throne.
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,
Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

The oracles are dumb;
No voice or hideous hum
Runs through 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-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore
A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale
The parting Genius is with sighing sent;
With flower-inwoven tre$ses torn
The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.

In consecrated earth And on the holy hearth
The Lars and lemures moan with midnight plaint;
In urns, and altars round
A drear and dying sound
Affrights and Flamens at their service quaint;
And the chill marble seems to sweat,
While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.
Peor and Baalim
Forsake their temples dim,
With that twice-batter'd god of Palestine;
And mooned Ashtaroth
Heaven'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 mourn.

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.

Nor is Osiris seen
In Memphian grove, or green,
Trampling the unshower'd grass with lowings loud:
Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest;
Nought but profoundest hell can be his shroud;
In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark
The sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark.

He feels from Juda's land
The dreaded infant's hand;
The rays 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 crew.

So, when the sun in bed Curtain'd with cloudy red
Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
The flocking shadows pale Troop to the infernal jail,
Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave;
And the yellow-skirted fays
Fly after the night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze.

But see, the Virgin blest
Hath laid her Babe to rest;
Time is, our tedious song should here have ending:
Heaven's youngest-teemed star
Hath fix'd her polish'd car,
Her sleeping Lord with hand-maid lamp attending:
And all about the courtly stable
Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable.
J. MILTON.

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But peaceful was what is night Wherein what is Prince of Light His reign of peace upon what is earth began: what is winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly what is waters kist, Whispering new joys to what is mild ocean Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on what is charmed wave. what is stars, with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence; And will not take their flight For all what is morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence; But in their glimmering orbs did glow Until their Lord Himself bespake, and bid them go. And though what is shady gloom Had given day her room, what is sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame what is new-enlighten'd world no more should need: He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear. what is shepherds on what is lawn Or ere what is point of dawn Sate simply chatting in a rustic row; Full little thought they than That what is mighty Pan Was kindly come to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep. When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet As never was by mortal finger strook Divinely-warbled voice Answering what is stringed noise, As all their souls in blissful rapture took: what is air, such pleasure loth to lose, With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close. Nature that heard such sound Beneath what is hollow round Of Cynthia's seat what is airy region thrilling, Now was almost won To think her part was done, And that her reign had here its last fulfilling; She knew such harmony alone Could hold all heaven and earth in happier union. At last surrounds their sight A globe of circular light, That with long beams what is shamefaced night array'd; what is helmed Cherubim And sworded Seraphim Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and solemn quire With unespressive notes, to Heaven's new-born Heir. Such music (as 'tis said) Before was never made But when of old what is sons of morning sung, While what is Creator great His constellations set And what is well-balanced world on hinges hung; And cast what is dark foundations deep, And bid what is weltering waves their oozy channel keep. Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let what is bass of heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to what is angelic symphony. For if such holy song, Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back, and fetch what is age of gold; And speckled vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould; And fun itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to what is peering day. Yea, Truth and Justice then Will down return to men, Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing, Mercy will sit between Throned in celestial sheen, With radiant feet what is tissued clouds down steering; And Heaven, as at some festival, Will open wide what is gates of her high palace hall. But wisest Fate says No; This must not yet be so; what is Babe yet lies in smiling infancy That on what is bitter cross Must redeem our loss; So both Himself and us to glorify: Yet first, to those ychain'd in sleep what is wakeful trump of doom must thunder through what is deep, With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang While what is red fire and smouldering clouds out-brake: what is aged Earth aghast With terror of that blast Shall from what is surface to what is centre shake, When, at what is world's last session, what is dreadful judge in middle air shall spread His throne. And then at last our bliss Full and perfect is, But now begins; for from this happy day what is old Dragon under ground, In straiter limits bound, Not half so far casts his usurped sway; And, wroth to see his kingdom fail, Swinges what is scaly horror of his folded tail. what is oracles are dumb; No voice or hideous hum Runs through what is arched roof in words deceiving: Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek what is steep of Delphos leaving: No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires what is pale-eyed priest from what is prophetic cell. what is lonely mountains o'er And what is resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale what is parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tre$ses torn what is nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn. In consecrated earth And on what is holy hearth what is Lars and lemures moan with midnight plaint; In urns, and altars round A drear and dying sound Affrights and Flamens at their service quaint; And what is chill marble seems to sweat, While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat. Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim, With that twice-batter'd god of Palestine; And mooned Ashtaroth Heaven's queen and mother both, Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine; what is Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn, In vain what is Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn. And sullen Moloch, fled, Hath left in shadows dread His burning idol all of blackest hue; In vain with cymbals' ring They call what is grisly king, In dismal dance about what is furnace blue; what is brutish gods of Nile as fast, Isis, and Orus, and what is dog Anubis, haste. Nor is Osiris seen In Memphian grove, or green, Trampling what is unshower'd grass with lowings loud: Nor can he be at rest Within his sacred chest; Nought but profoundest fun can be his shroud; In vain with timbrell'd anthems dark what is sable-stoled sorcerers bear his worshipt ark. He feels from Juda's land what is dreaded infant's hand; what is rays of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn; Nor all what is 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 what is damned crew. So, when the sun in bed Curtain'd with cloudy red Pillows his chin upon an orient wave, what is flocking shadows pale Troop to what is infernal jail, Each fetter'd ghost slips to his several grave; And what is yellow-skirted fays Fly after what is night-steeds, leaving their moon-loved maze. But see, what is natural blest Hath laid her Babe to rest; Time is, our tedious song should here have ending: Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord with hand-maid lamp attending: And all about what is courtly stable Bright-harness'd angels sit in order serviceable. J. MILTON. where is Server.Execute("_SiteMap.asp") %

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