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And shall not Heaven's own chorus swell the strain,
Ye stars, which sang creation's birth,
Oh! bending from your seats above,
Counsels of free preventing grace,
Unfold the mystery of godliness!
Sudden from thousand voices round
Wide o'er the plains of Araby;
old A venerable train; They haste in Jordan's palmy vale The wond'rous new-born Child to hail, And myrrh and frankincense and gold, Their country's choicest gifts, to bring In homage to the infant King. Then, bending the adoring knee, Confess the present Deity. And why does Judah linger now His long expected LORD to own? And does not Levi haste to raise The tributary song of praise, Incense and sacrifice prepare? And Benjamin, with eager glow Of patriot zeal, his right arm bare To place his monarch on the throne ? Judah's low thoughts are bent to earth, Regardless of a SAVIOUR's birth; And Levi's priests, unholy men, Make e'en God's house a thievish den; All turn with proud and haughty scorn From one so low, so meanly born. They list not to the shepherds' tale, That heaven's high LORD, descending low, In poverty's dark cloud doth veil The awful glories of his brow. But lower yet that head shall bow, To shame and agony and death; And they whose hearts with rapture burn, As homeward now their footsteps turn, Shall haply beat their breasts and sigh, Lisť’ning the sad mysterious cry, Which speaks his parting breath.
Be thou, that highly favour'd art !
His humble obsequies prepare !
THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE.
Sir Henry Wotton. How happy is he born and taught
That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought,
And simple truth his utmost skill. Whose passions not his masters are,
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Of public fame or private breath.
Nor vice hath ever understood;
Nor rules of state, but rules of good.
Whose conscience is his strong retreat : Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make oppressors great.. Who God doth late and early pray,
More of His grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless day
With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, tho' not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
A SONNET Addressed by King James to his Son Prince Henry. God gives not Kings the stile of Gods in vaine,
For on His throne His scepter do they sway;
And as their subjects ought them to obey, So Kings should feare and serve their God againe.
If, then, ye would enjoy a happie reigne,
Observe the statutes of our Heavenly King;
And from His law make all your laws to spring; Since His Lieutenant here ye should remaine, . Reward the just, be stedfast, true, and plaine;
Represse the proud, maintayning aye the right; Walke always so, as ever in HIS sight, Who guards the godly, plaguing the prophane. And so ye shall in princely vertues shine,
Resembling right your mightie King Divine. My minde to me a kingdome is ;
Such perfect joy therein I finde, As far exceeds all earthly blisse,
That God or Nature hath assignde : Though much I want, that most would have, Yet still
mind forbids to crave. Content I live : this is my stay;
I seek no more than may suffice; I presse to beare no haughtie sway;
Look what I lack my Mind supplies. Loe! thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring. I see how plentie surfets oft,
And hastie clymbers soonest fall : I see that such as sit aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all: These get with toile, and keep with feare; Such cares my mind could never beare. No princely pompe, nor welthie store,
No force to winne a victorie, No wylie wit to salve a sore,
No shape to winne a lover's eye; To none of these I yield as thrall : For why, my mind despiseth all.