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"NOT OURS THE VOW'S."
Each to the other dearer.
Love, born in hours of joy and mirth,
With mirth and joy may perish;
That to which darker hours gave birth But we have loved as those who tread
Still more and more we cherish.
And through death's shadowy portal;
Made by adversity sublime, That thorny path, those stormy skies,
By faith and hope immortal. Have drawn our spirits nearer ;
HYMN ON THE MORNING OF CHRISTS NATIVITY.
Unstained with hostile blood;
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng
As if they surely knew their sovereign Lorc Hath doffed her gaudy trim,
was by. With her great master so to sympathize; It was no season then for her
But peaceful was the night To wanton with the sun, her lusty para Wherein the Prince of Light mour.
His reign of peace upon the earth began;
The winds, with wonder whist, Only with speeches fair,
Smoothly the waters kissed, She wooes the gentle air
Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, And on her naked shame,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the Pollute with sinful blame,
charmed wave. The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded that her Maker's eyes
The stars, with deep amaze, Should look so near upon her foul deformi
Stand fixed in steadfast gaze, ties.
Bending one way their precious influence,
And will not take their flight But He, her fears to cease,
For all the morning light, Sent down the meek-eyed Peace;
Or Lucifer, that often warned them thence; She, crowned with olive green, came softly
But in their glimmering orbs did glow, sliding Down through the turning sphere,
Until their Lord himself bespake, and bid His ready harbinger, With turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, And, waving wide her myrtle wand,
And though the shady gloom She strikes a universal peace through sea Hath given day her room, and land.
The sun himself withheld his wonted speed.
And hid his head for shame No war or battle's sound
As his inferior flame Was heard the world around,
The new enlightened world no more should The idle spear and shield were high up hung;
need; The hooked chariot stood
He saw a greater Sun appear