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g shades away. We saw thee, and we blessed the sight; We saw thee by thine own sweet light. _Chorus._ We saw thee, &c. _Tityrus_. "Poor world," said I, "what wilt thou do To entertain this starry stranger? Is this the best thou canst bestow-- A cold and not too cleanly manger? Contend, the powers of heaven and earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth." _Chorus._ Contend, the powers, &c. _Thyrsis_. "Proud world," said I, "cease your contest, And let the mighty babe alone: The phoenix builds the phoenix' nest-- Love's architecture is his own. The babe, whose birth embraves this morn, Made his own bed ere he was born." _Chorus._ The babe, whose birth, &c. _Tityrus_. I saw the curl'd drops, soft and slow, Come hovering o'er the place's head, Offering their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair infant's bed: "Forbear," said I; "be not too bold: Your fleece is white, but 'tis too cold." _Chorus._ "Forbear," said I, &c. _Thyrsis_. I saw the obsequious seraphim Their rosy fleece of fire bestow; For well they now can spare their wings, Since heaven itself lies here below. "Well done," said I; "but are you sure Your down, so warm, will pass for pure?" _Chorus._ "Well done," said I, &c. * * * * * _Full Chorus_. Welcome all wonders in one sight! Eternity shut in a span! Summer in winter! day in night! Heaven in earth, and God in man! Great little one, whose all-embracing birth Lifts earth to heaven, stoops heaven to earth! * * * * * Welcome--though not to those gay flies Gilded i' th' beams of earthly kings-- Slippery souls in smiling eyes-- But to poor shepherds, homespun things, Whose wealth's their flocks, whose wit's to be Well read in their simplicity. Yet when young April's husband showers Shall bless the fruitful Maia's bed, We'll bring the firstborn of her flowers To kiss thy feet, and crown thy head: To thee, dear Lamb! whose love must keep The shepherds while they feed their sheep. To thee, meek Majesty, soft king Of simple graces and sweet loves, Each of us his lamb will bring, Each his pair of silver doves. At last, in fire of thy fair eyes, Ourselves become our own best sacrifice. A splendid line to end with! too good for the preceding one. All temples
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