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The trumpet spake not to the armed throng, And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sov’reign Lord was by.
But peaceful was the night,
His reign of peace upon the earth began :
Whisp’ring new joys to the mild ocean,
The stars with deep amaze
64 whist] Nash's Dido, 1594. The ayre is cleere, and southerne windes are whist.' Todd. Golding's Ovid, p. 63. The waters whist.' Winds whist.' Aylet's Divine Poems, p. 65. •If the winde be whist.' Marlowe's Hero and Leander, p. 13. • Far from the toure, when all is whist and still.' And see S. Hardinge's Com. Verses to W. Browne, from MS. in Beloe's Anecd. vi. 68.
· The winds that erst were whist
Beginne to roare,
Shreeks as before.
For griefe begins to hang a head.
Dimples its own sleeke cheeks, and thanks you with a frowne.' And Quarles's Divine Poems, p. 23. The winds were whist.'
Bending one way their precious influence,
Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence;
And though the shady gloom
The sun himself withheld his wonted speed,
need; He saw a greater sun appear Than his bright throne, or burning axletree could
The shepherds on the lawn,
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
77 This stanza copied from Spenser's April.
Upon her to gaze:
It did him amaze.
Full little thought they then
Was kindly come to live with them below;
When such music sweet
As never was by mortal finger strook,
As all their souls in blissful rapture took ;
Nature that heard such sound,
Of Cynthia's seat, the airy region thrilling,
And that her reign had here its last fulfilling ;
At last surrounds their sight
89 Pan] Spenser's July. "The flockes of mightie Pan. Warton. • The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she! Warton. 125 crystal] 'Heaven's hard crystal.' Marlowe's Hero and Leanp.
That with long beams the shamefac'd night ar
ray'd; The helmed Cherubim, And sworded Seraphim,
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd, Harping in loud and solemn quire, With unexpressive notes to Heaven's new-born
Such music (as 'tis said)
But when of old the sons of morning sung,
And the well-balanc'd world on hinges hung;
Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
ye have pow'r to touch our senses so:
unexpressive] This word was, perhaps, coined by Shakespearr. As you like it, act iii. sc. 2,
90. 128 silver] Machin's Dumbe Knight, 1608.
• It was as silver as the chime of spheres.' Todd.
And let the base of heav'n's deep'organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make
full consort to th' angelic symphony.
For if such holy song
Time will run back, and fetch the age of gold;
And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering
Yea Truth and Justice then
Orb’d in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,
145 With radiant feet the tissued clouds down steer
135 gold] “See listening Time run back to fetch the age of gold.' Benlowes's Theophila, st. xcv. p. 248. 140 leave] Virg. Æn. vii. 245.
Cernatur, trepidentque immisso lumine Manes.' Warton. 143 Orb’d] In ed. 1645.
Th’ enamellid arras of the rainbow wearing ;