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112 From glittering pinions guilty pleasure sheds; Restore the colour to the golden mines With which behind the feather'd idol shines; To flowering greens give back their native care, The rose and lily, never his to wear; To sweet Arabia send the balmy breath; Strip the fair flesh, and call the phantom Death; His bow be sabled o'er, his shafts the same, And fork and point them with eternal flame.

"But urge thy powers, thine utmost voice advance, Make the loud strings against thy fingers dance; 'Tis love that angels praise and men adore, 'Tis love divine that asks it all and more. Fling back the gates of ever-blazing day, Pour floods of liquid light to gild the way; And all in glory wrapt, through paths untrod, Pursue the great unseen descent of God; Hail the meek virgin, bid the child appear, The child is God, and call him Jesus here. He comes, but where to rest? A manger's nigh, Make the great Being in a manger lie; Fill the wide sky with angels on the wing, Make thousands gaze, and make ten thousand sing; Let men afflict him, men he came to save, And still afflict him till he reach the grave; Make him resign'd, his loads of sorrow meet, And me, like Mary, weep beneath his feet;