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In Statue o're the Gate, God's Fav'rite-King
The author of Celestial praise) did stand;
His Quire (that did his sonnets set and Sing)
In Niches rang'd, attended either Hand.
In Statue o're the Gate, God's Fav'rite-King
The author of Celestial praise) did stand;
His Quire (that did his sonnets set and Sing)
In Niches rang'd, attended either Hand.
49.
From these, old Greeks sweet Musick did improve;
The Solemn Dorian did in Temples charm,
The softer Lydian sooth'd to Bridal Love,
And warlick Phrygian did to Battail warm!
From these, old Greeks sweet Musick did improve;
The Solemn Dorian did in Temples charm,
The softer Lydian sooth'd to Bridal Love,
And warlick Phrygian did to Battail warm!
50.
They enter now, and with glad rev'rence saw
Glory, too solid great to taste of pride;
So sacred pleasant, as preserves an awe;
Though jealous Priests, it neither praise nor hide,
They enter now, and with glad rev'rence saw
Glory, too solid great to taste of pride;
So sacred pleasant, as preserves an awe;
Though jealous Priests, it neither praise nor hide,
51.
Tapers and Lamps are not admitted here;
Those, but with shadows, give false beauty grace;
And this victorious glory can appear
Unvayl'd before the Sun's Meridian Face:
Tapers and Lamps are not admitted here;
Those, but with shadows, give false beauty grace;
And this victorious glory can appear
Unvayl'd before the Sun's Meridian Face:
52.
Whose Eastern lusture rashly enters now;
Where it his own mean Infancy displays;
Where it does Man's chief obligation show,
In what does most adorn the House of Praise;
Whose Eastern lusture rashly enters now;
Where it his own mean Infancy displays;
Where it does Man's chief obligation show,
In what does most adorn the House of Praise;
53.
The great Creation by bold Pencils drawn;
Where a feign'd Curtain does our Eies forbid,
Till the Sun's Parent, Light, first seem to dawn
From quiet Chaos, which that Curtain hid.
The great Creation by bold Pencils drawn;
Where a feign'd Curtain does our Eies forbid,
Till the Sun's Parent, Light, first seem to dawn
From quiet Chaos, which that Curtain hid.
54.
Then this all-rev'renc'd Sun (God's hasty Spark
Struck out of Chaos, when he first struck Light)
Flies to the Sphears, where first he found all dark,
And kindled there th'unkindled Lamps of Night.
Then this all-rev'renc'd Sun (God's hasty Spark
Struck out of Chaos, when he first struck Light)
Flies to the Sphears, where first he found all dark,
And kindled there th'unkindled Lamps of Night.
Then
