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 * Pillows his chin upon an Orient wave.

The flocking shadows pale, Troop to th' infernall jail,
 * Each fetter'd Ghost slips to his severall grave,

And the yellow-skirted Fayes, Fly after the Night-steeds, leaving their Moon-lov'd maze.

But see the Virgin blest, Hath laid her Babe to rest.
 * Time is our tedious Song should here have ending,

Heav'ns youngest teemed Star, Hath fixt her polisht Car.
 * Her sleeping Lord with Handmaid Lamp attending.

And all about the Courtly Stable, Bright-harnest Angels sit in order serviceable.

 

Hen the blest seed of Terah's faithfull Son, After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian fields to Canaan Land, Led by the strength of the Almighties hand,  Jehovah's's