But be ber fears to cease, iii Sent down the meek-eyd Peace, She crown'd with Ólive green, came softly sliding Down through the turning Sphear His ready Harbinger, With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing, And waving wide her mirtle wand, She Strikes a universall Peace through Sea and Land. iv No War, or Battails sound Was beard the World around, The idle spear and shield were high up bung; The booked Chariot Stood Unstain'd with hostile blood, The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng, And Kings sate still with awfull eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by. V But peacefull was the night Wherin the Prince of light His raign of peace upon the earth began: The Windes with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean, Who now bath quite forgot to rave, While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. vi The Stars with deep amaze Bending one way their pretious influence, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence; vii And though the shady gloom Had given day her room, The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed, And bid bis bead for shame, As bis inferiour flame, The new enlightn'd world no more should need; He saw a greater Sun appear Then his bright Throne, or burning Axletree could bear. viii The Shepherds on the Lawn, Or ere the point of dawn, Sate simply chatting in a rustick row; Full little thought they than, That the mighty Pan Was kindly com to live with them below; Perhaps their loves, or els their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busie keep. |