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On The Morning Of Christs Nativity. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I	A
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This is the Month and this the happy morn	B
Wherin the Son of Heav'ns eternal King	C
Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born	B
Our great redemption from above did bring	C
For so the holy sages once did sing	C
That he our deadly forfeit should release	D
And with his Father work us a perpetual peace	D
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II	A
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That glorious Form that Light unsufferable	E
And that far beaming blaze of Majesty	F
Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel Table	E
To sit the midst of Trinal Unity	F
He laid aside and here with us to be	F
Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day	G
And chose with us a darksom House of mortal Clay	G
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III	A
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Say Heav'nly Muse shall not thy sacred vein	H
Afford a present to the Infant God	I
Hast thou no vers no hymn or solemn strein	H
To welcom him to this his new abode	J
Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod	J
Hath took no print of the approching light	J
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright	J
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IV	-
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See how from far upon the Eastern rode	J
The Star led Wisards haste with odours sweet	J
O run prevent them with thy humble ode	J
And lay it lowly at his blessed feet	J
Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet	J
And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire	K
From out his secret Altar toucht with hallow'd fire	L
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The Hymn	H
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I	A
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IT was the Winter wilde	J
While the Heav'n born childe	J
All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies	M
Nature in aw to him	H
Had doff't her gawdy trim	H
With her great Master so to sympathize	M
It was no season then for her	L
To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour	L
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II	A
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Only with speeches fair	L
She woo'd the gentle Air	L
To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow	H
And on her naked shame	N
Pollute with sinfull blame	N
The Saintly Vail of Maiden white to throw	H
Confounded that her Makers eyes	M
Should look so near upon her foul deformities	O
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III	A
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But he her fears to cease	D
Sent down the meek eyd Peace	D
She crown'd with Olive green came softly sliding	C
Down through the turning sphear	H
His ready Harbinger	H
With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing	C
And waving wide her mirtle wand	J
She strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land	J
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IV	-
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No War or Battails sound	J
Was heard the World around	J
The idle spear and shield were high up hung	P
The hooked Chariot stood	J
Unstain'd with hostile blood	J
The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng	Q
And Kings sate still with awfull eye	A
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by	A
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V	-
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But peacefull was the night	J
Wherin the Prince of light	J
His raign of peace upon the earth began	H
The Windes with wonder whist	J
Smoothly the waters kist	J
Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean	H
Who now hath quite forgot to rave	-
While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave	-
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VI	A
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The Stars with deep amaze	R
Stand fit in steadfast gaze	R
Bending one way their pretious influence	S
And will not take their flight	J
For all the morning light	J
Or Lucifer that often warned them thence	T
But in their glimmering Orbs did glow	H
Until their Lord himself bespake and bid them go	H
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VII	A
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And though the shady gloom	U
Had given day her room	U
The Sun himself with held his wonted speed	J
And hid his head for shame	N
As his inferior flame	N
The new enlightened world no more should need	J
He saw a greater Sun appear	H
Then his bright Throne or burning Axletree could bear	H
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VIII	A
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The Shepherds on the Lawn	H
Or ere the point of dawn	H
Sate simply chatting in a rustic row	H
Full little thought they than	H
That the mighty Pan	H
Was kindly com to live with them below	H
Perhaps their loves or els their sheep	V
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keep	V
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IX	T
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When such Musick sweet	J
Their hearts and ears did greet	J
As never was by mortal finger strook	H
Divinely warbled voice	T
Answering the stringed noise	T
As all their souls in blisfull rapture took	H
The Air such pleasure loth to lose	T
With thousand echo's still prolongs each heav'nly close	T
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X	T
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Nature that heard such sound	J
Beneath the hollow round	J
of Cynthia's seat the Airy region thrilling	H
Now was almost won	H
To think her part was don	H
And that her raign had here its last fulfilling	H
She knew such harmony alone	H
Could hold all Heav'n and Earth in happier union	H
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XI	T
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At last surrounds their sight	J
A globe of circular light	J
That with long beams the shame faced night arrayed	J
The helmed Cherubim	N
And sworded Seraphim	N
Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid	J
Harping in loud and solemn quire	H
With unexpressive notes to Heav'ns new born Heir	H
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XII	T
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Such Musick as 'tis said	J
Before was never made	J
But when of old the sons of morning sung	H
While the Creator Great	J
His constellations set	J
And the well ballanc't world on hinges hung	H
And cast the dark foundations deep	V
And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep	V
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XIII	T
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Ring out ye Crystall sphears	T
Once bless our human ears	T
If ye have power to touch our senses so	T
And let your silver chime	N
Move in melodious time	N
And let the Base of Heav'ns deep Organ blow	T
And with your ninefold harmony	T
Make up full consort to th'Angelike symphony	T
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XIV	A
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For if such holy Song	H
Enwrap our fancy long	H
Time will run back and fetch the age of gold	J
And speckl'd vanity	T
Will sicken soon and die	J
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould	J
And Hell it self will pass away	G
And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day	G
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XV	A
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Yea Truth and Justice then	H
Will down return to men	H
Th'enameld Arras of the Rain bow wearing	H
And Mercy set between	H
Thron'd in Celestiall sheen	H
With radiant feet the tissued clouds down stearing	H
And Heav'n as at som festivall	T
Will open wide the gates of her high Palace Hall	T
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XVI	A
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But wisest Fate sayes no	T
This must not yet be so	T
The Babe lies yet in smiling Infancy	T
That on the bitter cross	T
Must redeem our loss	T
So both himself and us to glorifie	A
Yet first to those ychain'd in sleep	V
The Wakeful trump of doom must thunder through the deep	V
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XVII	A
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With such a horrid clang	H
As on Mount Sinai rang	H
While the red fire and smouldring clouds out brake	H
The aged Earth agast	G
With terrour of that blast	G
Shall from the surface to the center shake	H
When at the worlds last session	H
The dreadfull Judge in middle Air shall spread his throne	H
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XVIII	A
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And then at last our bliss	T
Full and perfect is	T
But now begins for from this happy day	G
Th'old Dragon under ground	G
In straiter limits bound	G
Not half so far casts his usurped sway	G
And wrath to see his Kingdom fail	T
Swindges the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail	T
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XIX	T
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The Oracles are dumm	N
No voice or hideous humm	N
Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving	H
Apollo from his shrine	H
Can no more divine	H
With hollow shreik the steep of Delphos leaving	H
No nightly trance or breathed spell	T
Inspire's the pale ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell	T
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XX	T
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The lonely mountains o're	G
And the resounding shore	H
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament	G
From haunted spring and dale	T
Edg'd with poplar pale	T
The parting Genius is with sighing sent	G
With flowre inwov'n tresses torn	H
The Nimphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn	H
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XXI	T
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In consecrated Earth	W
And on the holy Hearth	X
The Lars and Lemures moan with midnight plaint	G
In Urns and Altars round	G
A drear and dying sound	G
Affrights the Flamins at their service quaint	G
And the chill Marble seems to sweat	G
While each peculiar power forgoes his wonted seat	G
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XXII	T
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Peor and Baalim	N
Forsake their Temples dim	N
With that twise batter'd god of Palestine	H
And mooned Ashtaroth	X
Heav'ns Queen and Mother both	X
Now sits not girt with Tapers holy shine	H
The Libyc Hammon shrinks his horn	H
In vain the Tyrian Maids their wounded Thamuz mourn	H
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XXIII	T
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And sullen Moloch fled	G
Hath left in shadows dred	G
His burning Idol all of blackest hue	Y
In vain with Cymbals ring	H
They call the grisly king	H
In dismall dance about the furnace Blue	Y
And Brutish gods of Nile as fast	G
lsis and Orus and the Dog Anubis hast	G