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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

O War, or Battail's sound Was heard the World around, The idle spear and shield were high up hung; The hooked Chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood, The Trumpet spoke not to the armed throng; And kings sate still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.

But peacefull was the night Wherein the Prince of light
 * His reign of peace upon the earth began:

The Winds with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist,
 * Whispering new joys to the wild Ocean,

Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.

At last surrounds their sight A Globe of circular light
 * That with long beams the shame-fac'd night array'd.

The helmèd Chembim And sworded Seraphim
 * Are seen in glittering ranks with wings displaid,

Harping in loud and solemn quire With unexpressive notes to Heaven's new-born Heir.

Such musick (as 'tis said) Before was never made,
 * But where of old the sons of morning sung,

While the Creator Great His constellations set
 * And the well—balanc'd world on hinges hung,

And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep.