Page:Poems of Mr. John Milton, Both English and Latin, Compos'd at several times.djvu/17



His 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,
 * That he our deadly forfeit should release,

And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.

That glorious Form, that Light unsufferable, And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty, Wherwith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel-Table, 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. Rh