And joyous news of heav'nly Infant's birth, In wintry folstice like the shorten'd light II. For now to forrow muft I tune my song, 10 Dangers, and fnares, and wrongs, and worse than fo, Which he for us did freely undergo : Moft perfect Hero, try'd in heaviest plight Of labors huge and hard, too hard for human wight! III: He fov'ran Priest stooping his regal head, That dropt with odorous oil down his fair eyes, His starry front low-rooft beneath the skies; 22. Thefe lateft fcenes] So it is in the second edition of 1673; in the former of 1645 it is Thefe latter fcenes. 26. Loud o'er the reft Cremona's trump doth found;] He means Mar 15 Yet cus Hieronymus Vida, who was a native of Cremona, and alludes particularly to his poem, Chriftiados Libri fex. And Mantua the birth place of Virgil being near to Cremona, Virg. Ecl. IX. 28. Mantua Yet more; the ftroke of death he must abide, A 20 Then lies him meekly down faft by his brethrens fide. IV. These latest scenes confine my roving verfe, His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce, And former fufferings other where are found; 25 Of lute, or viol still, more apt for mournful things. V. Befriend me Night, beft patronefs of grief, Over the pole thy thickest mantle throw, That Heav'n and Earth are color'd with my woe; 30 The leaves fhould all be black whereon I write, And letters where my tears have wash'd a wannish VI. See, fee the chariot, and those rushing wheels, To bear me where the tow'rs of Salem ftood, Once glorious tow'rs, now funk in guiltless blood; There doth my foul in holy vifion fit In penfive trance, and anguish, and ecstatic fit. VII. 39 具 Mine eye hath found that fad fepulchral rock For fure fo well inftructed are my tears, That they would fitly fall in order'd characters. VIII. Or fhould I thence hurried on viewless wing, 50 Would the river Chebar, and was carried in the fpirit to Jerufalem; fo the poet fancies himself transported to the fame place. Would foon unbofom all their echoes mild, Might think th' infection of my forrows loud 55 Had got a race of mourners on fome pregnant cloud. This fubject the Author finding to be above the years he had, when he wrote it, and nothing satisfied with what was begun, left it unfinish’d. FL V. * On TIM E. LY envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the heavy plummet's pace; And glut thyself with what thy womb devours, Which is no more than what is false and vain, 5 And merely mortal dross; So little is our lofs, So little is thy gain. For when as each thing bad thou hast intomb'd, In thefe poems where no date is prefix'd, and no circumstances direct us to afcertain the time when they were compos'd, we follow the order ΙΟ Then of Milton's own editions. And be- Then long Eternity fhall greet our blifs With an individual kifs; And Joy fhall overtake us as a flood, 4 When every thing that is fincerely good And perfectly divine, With truth, and peace, and love, fhall ever fhine Of him, t' whofe happy-making fight alone When once our heav'nly-guided foul shall clime, Attir'd with stars, we shall for ever fit, 15 20 Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time. YE VI. Upon the CIRCUMCISION. E flaming Pow'rs, and winged Warriors bright That erft with mufic, and triumphant fong, First heard by happy watchful fhepherds ear, 18. happy-making fight,] The plain English of beatific vifion. 15. O more exceeding love or law more juft? So Fuft law indeed, but more exceeding love!] Virgil. Ecl. VIII. 49. Crudelis mater magis, an puer improbus ille? Improbus |