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| THIS is the Month, and this the happy morn | |
| Wherin the Son of Heav’ns eternal King, | |
| Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, | |
| Our great redemption from above did bring; | |
| For so the holy sages once did sing, | 5 |
| That he our deadly forfeit should release, | |
| And with his Father work us a perpetual peace. | |
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| That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, | |
| And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty, | |
| Wherwith he wont at Heav’ns high Councel Table, | 10 |
| To sit the midst of Trinal Unity, | |
| He laid aside; and here with us to be, | |
| Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day, | |
| And chose with us a darksom House of mortal Clay. | |
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| Say Heav’nly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein | 15 |
| Afford a present to the Infant God? | |
| Hast thou no vers, no hymn, or solemn strein, | |
| To welcom him to this his new abode, | |
| Now while the Heav’n by the Suns team untrod, | |
| Hath took no print of the approching light, | 20 |
| And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright? | |
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| See how from far upon the Eastern rode | |
| The Star-led Wisards haste with odours sweet, | |
| O run, prevent them with thy humble ode, | |
| And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; | 25 |
| Have thou the honour first, thy Lord to greet, | |
| And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire, | |
| From out his secret Altar toucht with hallow’d fire. | |
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