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Hymn On The Morning Of Christ's Nativity Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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It was the Winter wilde	A
While the Heav'n born childe	B
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies	C
Nature in aw to him	D
Had doff't her gawdy trim	D
With her great Master so to sympathize	C
It was no season then for her	E
To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour	E
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Only with speeches fair	E
She woo's the gentle Air	E
To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow	F
And on her naked shame	G
Pollute with sinfull blame	G
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw	F
Confounded that her Makers eyes	C
Should look so neer upon her foul deformities	H
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But he her fears to cease	I
Sent down the meek eyd Peace	I
She crown'd with Olive green came softly sliding	J
Down through the turning sphear	F
His ready Harbinger	F
With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing	J
And waving wide her mirtle wand	K
She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land	L
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No War or Battails sound	M
Was heard the World around	M
The idle spear and shield were high up hung	N
The hook egrave d Chariot stood	O
Unstain'd with hostile blood	P
The Trumpet spake not to the arm egrave d throng	Q
And Kings sate still with awfull eye	R
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by	R
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But peacefull was the night	S
Wherin the Prince of light	S
His raign of peace upon the earth began	T
The Windes with wonder whist	S
Smoothly the waters kist	S
Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean	U
Who now hath quite forgot to rave	V
While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charme egrave d wave	V
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The Stars with deep amaze	W
Stand fixt in stedfast gaze	W
Bending one way their pretious influence	X
And will not take their flight	S
For all the morning light	S
Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence	Y
But in their glimmering Orbs did glow	F
Untill their Lord himself bespake and bid them go	F
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And though the shady gloom	Z
Had given day her room	Z
The Sun himself with held his wonted speed	S
And hid his head for shame	G
As his inferiour flame	G
The new enlightn'd world no more should need	S
He saw a greater Sun appear	F
Then his bright Throne or burning Axletree could bear	F
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The Shepherds on the Lawn	A2
Or ere the point of dawn	A2
Sate simply chatting in a rustick row	F
Full little thought they than	T
That the mighty Pan	T
Was kindly com to live with them below	F
Perhaps their loves or els their sheep	B2
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keep	B2
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When such musick sweet	S
Their hearts and ears did greet	S
As never was by mortall finger strook	F
Divinely warbled voice	C2
Answering the string egrave d noise	D2
As all their souls in blisfull rapture took	F
The Air such pleasure loth to lose	E2
With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly close	F2
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Nature that heard such sound	S
Beneath the hollow round	S
Of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling	F
Now was almost won	U
To think her part was don	G2
And that her raign had here its last fulfilling	F
She knew such harmony alone	H2
Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union	U
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At last surrounds their sight	S
A Globe of circular light	S
That with long beams the shame fac't night array'd	S
The helm egrave d Cherubim	G
And sworded Seraphim	G
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid	S
Harping in loud and solemn quire	F
With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new born Heir	F
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Such musick as 'tis said	S
Before was never made	S
But when of old the sons of morning sung	F
While the Creator Great	S
His constellations set	S
And the well ballanc't world on hinges hung	F
And cast the dark foundations deep	B2
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep	B2
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Ring out ye Crystall sphears	F2
Once bless our human ears	F2
If ye have power to touch our senses so	F2
And let your silver chime	G
Move in melodious time	G
And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow	F2
And with your ninefold harmony	I2
Make up full consort to th'Angelike symphony	I2
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For if such holy Song	F
Enwrap our fancy long	F
Time will run back and fetch the age of gold	S
And speckl'd vanity	I2
Will sicken soon and die	S
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould	S
And Hell it self will pass away	J2
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day	J2
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Yea Truth and Justice then	K2
Will down return to men	K2
Th'enameld Arras of the Rain bow wearing	F
And Mercy set between	L2
Thron'd in Celestiall sheen	L2
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearing	F
And Heav'n as at som festivall	F2
Will open wide the Gates of her high Palace Hall	F2
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But wisest Fate sayes no	F2
This must not yet be so	F2
The Babe lies yet in smiling Infancy	I2
That on the bitter cross	F2
Must redeem our loss	F2
So both himself and us to glorifie	V
Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep	B2
The wakefull trump of doom must thunder through the deep	B2
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With such a horrid clang	F
As on mount Sinai rang	F
While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brake	F
The ag egrave d Earth agast	J2
With terrour of that blast	J2
Shall from the surface to the center shake	F
When at the worlds last session	U
The dreadfull Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne	H2
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And then at last our bliss	F2
Full and perfect is	F2
But now begins for from this happy day	J2
Th'old Dragon under ground	J2
In straiter limits bound	J2
Not half so far casts his usurp egrave d sway	J2
And wrath to see his Kingdom fail	F2
Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail	F2
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The Oracles are dumm	G
No voice or hideous humm	G
Runs through the arch egrave d roof in words deceiving	F
Apollo from his shrine	M2
Can no more divine	M2
With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leaving	F
No nightly trance or breath egrave d spell	F2
Inspire's the pale ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell	F2
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The lonely mountains o're	J2
And the resounding shore	F
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament	J2
From haunted spring and dale	F2
Edg'd with poplar pale	F2
The parting Genius is with sighing sent	J2
With flowre inwov'n tresses torn	N2
The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn	N2
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In consecrated Earth	O2
And on the holy Hearth	P2
The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint	J2
In Urns and Altars round	J2
A drear and dying sound	J2
Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint	J2
And the chill Marble seems to sweat	J2
While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat	J2
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Peor and Baalim	G
Forsake their Temples dim	G
With that twise batter'd god of Palestine	M2
And moon egrave d Ashtaroth	P2
Heav'ns Queen and Mother both	P2
Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shine	M2
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn	N2
In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz mourn	N2
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And sullen Moloch fled	J2
Hath left in shadows dred	J2
His burning Idol all of blackest hue	Q2
In vain with Cymbals ring	F
They call the grisly king	F
In dismall dance about the furnace blue	Q2
The brutish gods of Nile as fast	J2
Isis and Orus and the Dog Anubis hast	J2
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Nor is Osiris seen	L2
In Memphian Grove or Green	L2
Trampling the unshowr'd Grasse with lowings loud	J2
Nor can he be at rest	J2
Within his sacred chest	J2
Naught but profoundest Hell can be his shroud	J2
In vain with Timbrel'd Anthems dark	F
The sable stol egrave d Sorcerers bear his worshipt Ark	F
	-
He feels from Juda's Land	J2
The dredded Infants hand	J2
The rayes of Bethlehem blind his dusky eyn	L2
Nor all the gods beside	J2
Longer dare abide	J2
Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine	L2
Our Babe to shew his Godhead true	Q2
Can in his swadling bands controul the damn egrave d crew	Q2
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So when the Sun in bed	J2
Curtain'd with cloudy red	J2
Pillows his chin upon an Orient wave	V
The flocking shadows pale	F2
Troop to th'infernall jail	F2
Each fetter'd Ghost slips to his severall grave	V
And the yellow skirted Fayes	F2
Fly after the Night steeds leaving their Moon lov'd maze	F2
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But see the Virgin blest	J2
Hath laid her Babe to rest	J2
Time is our tedious Song should here have ending	F
Heav'ns youngest teem egrave d Star	F
Hath fixt her polisht Car	F
Her sleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending	F
And all about the Courtly Stable	F2
Bright harnest Angels sit in order serviceable	F2