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1.

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.

2.

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.

3.

But he, her fears to cease,

Sent down the meek-ey'd 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.

4.

No war, or battle's sound,

Was heard the world around:

The idle spear and shield were high up hung;

The hookèd chariot stood,

Unstain'd with hostile blood;

The trumpet spake not to the armèd throng;

And kings sat still with awful eye,

As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.

5.

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 charmèd wave.

6.

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.

7.

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.

8.

The shepherds on the lawn,

Or ere the point of dawn,

Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;

Full little thought they then

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.

9.

When such music sweet

Their hearts and ears did greet,

As never was by mortal finger strook,

Divinely-warbled voice

Answering the stringèd noise,

As all their souls in blissful rapture took:

The Air, such pleasure loth to lose,

With thousand echoes still prolongs each heavenly close.

10.

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.

11.

At last surrounds their sight

A globe of circular light,

That with long beams the shame-faced Night array'd;

The helmèd cherubim,

And swordèd seraphim,

Are seen in glittering ranks with wings display'd,

Harping in loud and solemn choir,

With unexpressive notes to Heaven's new-born Heir.

12.

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 welt'ring waves their oozy channel keep.

13.

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.

14.

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.

15.

Yea, Truth and Justice then

Will down return to men,

Orb'd in a rainbow; and, like glories wearing,

Mercy will sit between,

Thron'd in celestial sheen,

With radiant feet the tissu'd clouds down steering;

And Heaven, as at some festival,

Will open wide the gates of her high palace-hall.

16.

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.

17.

With such a horrid clang

As on Mount Sinai rang,

While the red fire and smould'ring 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.

18.

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 usurpèd sway;

And, wroth to see his kingdom fail,

Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.

19.

The Oracles are dumb;

No voice or hideous hum

Runs through the archèd roof in words deceiving.

Apollo from his shrine

Can no more divine,

With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving.

No nightly trance, or breathèd spell,

Inspires the pale-ey'd priest from the prophetic cell.

20.

The lonely mountains o'er,

And the resounding shore,

A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;

From haunted spring, and dale

Edg'd with poplar pale,

The parting Genius is with sighing sent;

With flower-inwoven tresses torn

The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.

21.

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 the Flamens at their service quaint;

And the chill marble seems to sweat,

While each peculiar Power forgoes his wonted seat.

22.

Peor, and Bälim,

Forsake their temples dim,

With that twice-batter'd God of Palestine;

And moonèd Ashtaroth,

Heaven's queen and mother both,

Now sits not girt with tapers' holy shine:

The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn;

In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz mourn.

23.

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.

24.

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;

Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud;

In vain, with timbrell'd anthems dark,

The sable-stolèd sorcerers bear his worshipp'd ark.

25.

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 damnèd crew.

26.

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-lov'd maze.

27.

But see! the Virgin blest

Hath laid her Babe to rest.

Time is our tedious song should here have ending:

Heaven's youngest-teemèd star, Hath fix'd her polish'd car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending; And all about the courtly stable Bright-harness'd Angels sit in order serviceable.