But oh, why didst thou not stay here below To bless us with thy heaven-loved innocence, To slake his wrath whom sin hath made our foe, To turn swift-rushing black perdition hence, Or drive away the slaughtering pestilence,
To stand 'twixt us and our deservéd smart? But thou canst best perform that office where thou art.
Then thou, the mother of so sweet a child, Her false imagined loss cease to lament, And wisely learn to curb thy sorrows wild; Think what a present thou to God hast sent, And render him with patience what he lent; This if thou do, he will an offspring give,
That till the world's last end shall make thy name to live.
At a vacation exercise in the college, part Latin, part English. The Latic speeches ended, the English thus began.]
HAIL, native language, that by sinews weak Didst move my first endeavoring tongue to speak, And mad'st imperfect words with childish trips, Halt unpronounced, slide through my infant-lips, Driving dumb silence from the portal door, Where he had mutely sat two years before: Here I salute thee, and thy pardon ask, That now I use thee in my latter task: Small loss it is that thence can come unto thee I know my tongue but little grace can do thee: Thou need'st not be ambitious to be first, Believe me I have thither pack'd the worst; And, if it happen as I did forecast,
The daintiest dishes shall be served up last. I pray thee then deny me not thy aid
For this same small neglect that I have made; But haste thee straight to do me once a pleasure, And from thy wardrobe bring thy chiefest treasure, Not those new-fangled toys, and trimming slight Which takes our late fantastics with delight,
But cull those richest robes and gay'st attire Which deepest spirits and choicest wits desire: I have some naked thoughts that rove about, And loudly knock to have their passage out; And weary of their place, do only stay Till thou hast deck'd them in thy best array, That so they may, without suspect or fears, Fly swiftly to this fair assembly's ears; Yet I had rather, if I were to choose, Thy service in some graver subject use, Such as may make thee search thy coffers round, Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound: Such where the deep transported mind may soar Above the wheeling poles, and at Heaven's door Look in, and see each blissful deity
How he before the thunderous throne doth lie, Listening to what unshorn Apollo sings
To the touch of golden wires, while Hebe brings Immortal nectar to her kingly sire;
Then passing through the spheres of watchful fire, And misty regions of wide air next under, And hills of snow, and lofts of piléd thunder, May tell at length how green-eyed Neptune raves, In Heaven's defiance mustering all his waves; Then sing of secret things that came to pass When beldame Nature in her cradle was; And last of kings, and queens, and heroes old, Such as the wise Demodocus once told In solemn songs at king Alcinous' feast, While sad Ulysses' soul, and all the rest, Are held with his melodious harmony In willing chains and sweet captivity.
But fie, my wandering muse, how thou dost stray! Expectance calls thee now another way; Thou know'st it must be now thy only bent To keep in compass of thy predicament:
Then quick about thy purposed business come,
That to the next I may resign my room.
(Then Ens is represented as father of the Predicaments, his ten sons, whereof the eldest stood for Substance, with his canons, which Ena, thus speaking, explains.]
Good luck befriend thee, son; for at thy birth
The fairy ladies danced upon the hearth;
Thy drowsy nurse hath sworn she did them spy Come tripping to the room where thou didst lie, And, sweetly singing round about thy bed, Strew all their blessings on thy sleeping head. She heard them give thee this, that thou shouldst still From eyes of mortals walk invisible:
Yet there is something that doth force my fear, For once it was my dismal hap to hear A sibyl old, bow-bent with crooked age, That far events full wisely could presage, And in time's long and dark prospective glass Foresaw what future days should bring to pass: Your son, said she, (nor can you it prevent,) Shall subject be to many an accident. O'er all his brethren he shall reign as king, Yet every one shall make him underling; And those that cannot live from him asunder, Ungratefully shall strive to keep him under; In worth and excellence he shall out-go them, Yet, being above them, he shall be below them: From others he shall stand in need of nothing, Yet on his brothers shall depend for clothing. To find a foe it shall not be his hap,
And peace shall lull him in her flowery lap; Yet shall he live in strife, and at his door Devouring war shall never cease to roar: Yea it shall be his natural property To harbor those that are at enmity.
What power, what force, what mighty spell, if not Your learned hands, can loose this Gordian knot?
The next, Quantity and Quality, spake in prose, then Relation was called by his name.]
Rivers, arise! whether thou be the son
Of utmost Tweed, or Oose, or gulfy Dun;
Or Trent, who, like some earth-born giant, spreads His thirsty arms along the indented meads;
Or sullen Mole, that runneth underneath; Or Severn swift, guilty of maiden's death; Or rocky Avon; or of sedgy Lee;
Or coaly Tine; or ancient hallow'd Dee;
Or Humber loud, that keeps the Scythian's name; Or Medway smooth; or royal tower'd Thames. [The rest was prose.]
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 odors sweet: O run, prevent them with thy humble ode,
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet;
Have thou the honor first thy Lord to greet, And join thy voice unto the angel quire,
From out his secret altar touch'd with hallow'd fire.
Ir was the winter wild,
While the Heaven-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger
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
With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, And waving wide her myrtle wand,
She strikes an universal peace through sea and land.
No war, or battle's sound,
Was heard the world around:
The idle spear and shield were high up hung; The hooked chariot stood,
Unstain'd with hostile blood;
The trumpet spake not to the arméd throng,
And kings sat still with awful eye,
As if they surely knew their sovereign 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 kiss'd,
Whispering new joys to the mild ocean,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charinéd wave
The stars with deep amaze Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze,
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