1 King— All-circling point! all-centring sphere!

The World's one, round, eternal

year.

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2 King-Whose full and all-unwrinkled face
Nor sinks nor swells with time or place;

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I King-Not vex'd and tost

3 King-But every where, and every while/ Is one consistent, solid smile.

2 King Twixt Spring and frost,

3 King-Nor by alternate shreds of light,

Sordidly shifting hands with shades and Night.

Chorus-O little all! in Thy embrace

The World lies warm, and likes his place;

Nor does his full globe fail to be

Kiss'd on both his cheeks by Thee:

Time is too narrow for Thy year,

Nor makes the whole World Thy half-sphere.

I King-To Thee, to Thee

From him we flee.

2 King-From him, whom by a more illustrious lie,
The blindness of the World did call the eye.
3 King To Him, Who by these mortal clouds hast made
Thyself our sun, though Thine Own shade.

2 King-Farewell, the World's false light!

Farewell, the white

Egypt, a long farewell to thee,

Bright idol, black idolatry :

The dire face of inferior darkness, kist

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3 King

And courted in the pompous mask of a more
specious mist.

Farewell, farewell

The proud and misplaced gates of hell,
Perch'd in the Morning's way,

And double-gilded as the doors of Day:
The deep hypocrisy of Death and Night
More desperately dark, because more bright.
Welcome, the World's sure way!
Heaven's wholesome ray.

Chorus

Welcome to us; and we

(Sweet!) to ourselves, in Thee.

I King-The deathless Heir of all Thy Father's day;

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3 King

Decently born!

Embosom'd in a much more rosy Morn:
The blushes of Thy all-unblemish'd mother,
No more that other

Aurora shall set ope

Her ruby casements, or hereafter hope
From mortal eyes

To meet religious welcomes at her rise.

Chorus-We (precious ones!) in you have won
A gentler Morn, a juster sun.

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I King-His superficial beams sun-burnt our skin;

3 King-The Night and Winter still of Death and Sin.

Chorus-Thy softer yet more certain darts

Spare our eyes, but pierce our hearts:

I King-Therefore with his proud Persian spoils 2 King-We court Thy more concerning smiles. Therefore with his disgrace

3 King

We gild the humble cheek of this chaste place; Chorus-And at Thy feet pour forth his face.

I King-The doating Nations now no more
Shall any day but Thine adore.

2 King-Nor (much less) shall they leave these eyes
For cheap Egyptian deities.

3 King-In whatsoe'er more sacred shape

I King

Of ram, he-goat, or rev'rend ape;

Those beauteous ravishers oppress'd so sore

The too-hard tempted nations:

Never more

By wanton heifer shall be worn

2 King-A garland, or a gilded horn:

The altar-stall'd ox, fat Osris now

With his fair sister cow,

3 King-Shall kick the clouds no more; but lean and tame, Chorus-See His horn'd face, and die for shame :

And Mithra now shall be no name.

I King-No longer shall the immodest lust
Of adulterous godless dust

2 King-Fly in the face of Heaven; as if it were

The poor World's fault that He is fair.

3 King-Nor with perverse loves and religious rapes

Revenge Thy bounties in their beauteous shapes;
And punish best things worst, because they stood
Guilty of being much for them too good.

I King-Proud sons of Death! that durst compel
Heaven itself to find them Hell :

2 King-And by strange wit of madness wrest
From this World's East the other's West.

3 King-All-idolizing worms! that thus could crowd
And urge their sun into Thy cloud;
Forcing His sometimes eclips'd face to be
A long deliquium to the light of Thee.

Chorus-Alas! with how much heavier shade

The shamefaced lamp hung down his head,
For that one eclipse he made,

Than all those he suffered !

I King-For this he looked so big, and ev'ry morn
With a red face confess'd his scorn;

Or, hiding his vex'd cheeks in a hired mist,
Kept them from being so unkindly kist.

2 King-It was for this the Day did rise

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So oft with blubber'd eyes ;

For this the Evening wept; and we ne'er knew,
But called it dew.

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This daily wrong

Silenced the morning sons, and damp'd their

song.

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Chorus-Nor was 't our deafness, but our sins, that thus
Long made th' harmonious orbs all mute to us.

I King

Time has a day in store

When this so proudly poor

And self-oppressèd spark, that has so long

By the love-sick World been made

Not so much their sun as shade:

Weary of this glorious wrong,

From them and from himself shall flee

For shelter to the shadow of Thy tree;

Chorus-Proud to have gain'd this precious loss,

And changed his false crown for Thy cross.

2 King-That dark Day's clear doom shall define

Whose is the master Fire, which sun should shine;
That sable judgment-seat shall by new laws
Decide and settle the great cause

Of controverted light:

Chorus-And Nature's wrongs rejoice to do Thee right.
3 King-That forfeiture of Noon to Night shall pay
All the idolatrous thefts done by this Night of

Day;

And the great Penitent press his own pale lips
With an elaborate love-eclipse:

To which the low World's laws

Shall lend no cause,

Chorus-Save those domestic which He borrows
From our sins and His Own sorrows.

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