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*i?WI^/OT?ffi/fi WHOLE NUMBER 16 426.
RICHMOND, V?., SUNDAY, ??CEMBER 20,1908.
PRICE FIVE GENTS.
A Hymn On the
BY JOHN MILTON.
IT was the winter wild
While the heaven-born child
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger liesj
Nature, in awe of him, ? <
Had doffed her gaudy trim,
With her great Master so to sympathise;
It was no season then for her
?To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour,
Only with speeches fair
She woos the gen de 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-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.
Was heard the .world around:
G: rs?he:idle spear andshield. were high up hung j.
The hooked chariot stood'
Unstain'd with hostile blood;
'The trumpet spake not to the-armed throng;
And kings sat still with awful eye, i
As .if they surely knew their sov'reign 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 jo}^ 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 had.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-enlightcn'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,
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row,
Full little thought they then
That the mighty Fan
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 fingers strook1, ?
Divinely warbled voice
Answering the stringed noise,
As all their souls in blissful rapture took;
The air, such pleasure loathe 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, oregion thrilling, .
Now was almost won,
? To think her. part was done, ?. .? .
And that her r,eign had herg its last fulfilling}:
She knew such harmony along? |
.Could hold all heaven and earth' in happier union,
At last surrounds their? sight
? globe of circular light,
That with long beams the .sh?me-fac'd night array'd)
The helmed cherubim,
And swordeld seraphim,
Are seen in glittering ranksffwith wings displayed, ,
. Harping, in loud and solemn quire,
.With unexpressive notes, to Heaven's new-born-heir, ,
Such music, as 'tis said ; . ?
Before wvas never made, .
But when of old the sons of morning sung^..?.:
While the Creator great ",
His constellations set, .
And the well-balanc'd world;?n hinges hung,
And cast.the dark foundations' Beep, ] . ... ;,.
And bid the weltering'waves thpir oo^ channel? ke?pV
?:RingOut, ye crystal spheres,
Once bless our human ears, .?: 5, . ?,. .
If ye have power to.[touch our senses so J '
And let your, silver chime ?*'' -;
Move in melodious time; l :..
" And let the ;bass Soi Heaven's deep organ-blow j *, ?::
.'?And with your ninefold harmony,-? ? '. '.?-'-? : ;
Make up full concert to-the angelic symphony;-;.
- ???t, if such holy, song
?Enwrap our fancy long,
.?' Time will run back, and fetch the ago.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 returirto men,
Orb'dfin a rainbow;;: and, like glories wearing,
Mercy will sit-between,
Thron'd 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 palacehall.
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 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,
Arid then at last our bliss,
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for; from this happy day,
The old dragon, underground,
In. straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his ursurped sway;
And wroth to see his kingdom fail,
Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
The oracles are 'dumh ;
No voice or hideous hum v.
Runs through the arched r?of 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 J
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 sha/de of tangled thickets mouri?,
In consecrated earth,
; And on the holy hearth,
r?.. The Lara and Lemurs.mourn with mid-night 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 c^ach peculiar powers foreg??svhisrwonted seati .
-rPeor and Baalim ''
?? Forsake their temples dim
.. With that twicer-battered.-god of'Palestine';
And moon?d Ashtoroth,
? Heaven's queen and mother both,
F??\? sits not girt with tapers'-holy.shine ; '
Th'eLibyac Hammon shrinks.his horn';
In vain the Tyrran-maids their Wounded Thammuz mourn.
-.And sullen Moloch, fled,
? Hath left in shadows dread . " (
? His. burn ing 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 dogAnubis, haste.
. Nor. is Osiris seen
' In Memphian grove or green, ...... ?
* .'.; Trampling the unshower'ed. 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 worshipp'd ark;..
He, feels from Judah's land
The dreaded infant's hand,
The rays of Bethlehem blind his?dusky eyne;
Nor all the gods beside
Longer dare abide,
Not Typhon .huge endins-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's' 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 spng should here have endingt
Heaven's youngest-teemed star ?
Hath fixed 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, .. .