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RIse from those fragrant Climes, thee now embrace,
Unto this World of Ours O haste thy Race,
Faire Sun, and though contrarie waies all yeare
Thou hold thy course, now with the highest Sheare,
Joyne thy blew Wheeles to hasten Time that low'rs,
And lazy Minutes turne to perfect Houres;
The Night and Death too long a league have made,
To stow the World in Horrours ugly shade:
Shake from thy Locks a Day with Safron raies
So faire, that it outshine all other daies,
And yet do not presum… (great Eye of Light)▪
To be that which this Day must make so bright,
See, an Eternall Sun hasts to arise,
Not from the Easterne blushing Seas or Skies▪
Or any stranger Worlds Heavens Concaves have,
But from the Darknesse of an hollow Grave▪
And this is that all-powerfull Sun above,
That crown'd thy Brows with Rays, first made thee mo…
Lights Trumpeters, ye need not from your Bow'rs
Proclaime this Day, this the angelick Pow'rs
Have done for you; But now an opall hew
Bepaints Heavens Christall, to the longing view
Earths late hid Colours shine, Light doth adorne
The World, and (weeping Joy) forth comes the Morne;
And with her, as from a Lethargick Trance
The breath return'd that Bodies doth advance,
Which two sad Nights in Rock lay coffin'd dead,
And with an iron Guard invironed:
Life out of Death, Light out of Darknesse springs,
From a base Jaile forth comes the King of Kings;
What late was mortall, thrall'd to every woe,
That lackeys life, or upon sense doth grow,
Immortall is, of an eternall Stampe,
Far brighter beaming than the morning Lampe.
So from a black Ecclipse out-peares the Sun:
Such [when her course of Daies have on her run,
In a far Forrest in the pearly East,
And she her selfe hath burnt and spicie Nest]
The lovely Bird with youthfull Pens and Combe,
Doth sore from out her Cradle and her Tombe:
So a small seed that in the Earth lies hid
And dies, reviving bursts her cloddy Side,
Adorn'd with yellow Locks, of new is borne,
And doth become a Mother great with Corne,
Of Graines brings hundreds with it, which when old,
Enrich the Furrows which do float with Gold.
Haile holy Victor; greatest Victor haile,
That Hell doth ransake, against Death prevaile,
O how thou long'd for com'st! with joyfull cries,
The all-triumphing Palatines of Skies
Salute thy rising, Earth would Joyes no more
Beare, if thou rising didst them not restore:
A silly Tombe should not his Flesh enclose▪
Who did Heavens trembling Tarasses dispose;
No Monument should such a Jewell hold,
No Rock, though Ruby, Diamond, and Gold.
Thou didst lament and pitty humane Race,
Bestowing on us of thy free-given Grace
More than we forfeited and losed first,
In Eden Rebells when we were accurst.
Then Earth our portion was, Earths Joyes but given,
Earth and Earths Blisse thou hast exchang'd with heaven.
O what a hight of good upon us streames
From the great splendor of thy Bounties Beames?
When we deserv'd shame, horrour, flames of wrath,
Thou bledst our wounds, and suffer didst our Death,
But Fathers Justice pleas'd, Hell, Death o'recome,
In triumph now thou risest from thy Tombe,
With Glories which past Sorrows countervaile,
Haile holy Victor, greatest Victor haile.
Hence humble sense, and hence ye Guides of sense,
We now reach Heaven, your weake intelligence
And searching Pow'rs were in a flash made …,
To learne from all Eternity, that him
The Father bred, then that he here did come
(His Bearers Parent) in a Virgins Wombe;
But then when sold, betray'd, crown'd, scourg'd with Thorn,
Nail'd to a Tree, all breathlesse, bloudlesse, torne,
Entomb'd, him risen from a Grave to find,
Confounds your Cunning, turnes, like Moles, you blind.
Death, thou that heretofore still barren wast,
Nay, didst each other B…rth eate up and waste,
Imperious, hatefull, pittilesse, unjust,
Unpartiall equaller of all with dust▪
Sterne Executioner of heavenly doome,
Made fruitfull, now Lifes Mother art become,
A sweet reliefe of Cares the Soule molest,
An Harbinger to Glory, Peace and Rest,
Put off thy mourning Weeds, yeeld all thy Gall
To dayly sinning Life, proud of thy fall,
Assemble all thy Captives, haste to rise,
And every Coarse in Earth-quakes where it lies,
Sound from each flowry Grave, and rocky Jaile,
Haile holy Victor, greatest Victor haile.
The World that wanning late and faint did lie,
Applauding to our Joyes, thy Victory,
To a young Prime Essayes to turne againe,
And as ere soyl'd with Sin yet to remaine,
Her chilling Agues she begins to misse,
All Blisse returning with the Lord of Blisse.
With greater light Heavens Temples opened shine,
Morns smiling rise, Evens blushing do decline,
Clouds dappled glister, boist'rous Winds are calme,
Soft Zephyres do the Fields with sighs embalme,
In silent calmes the Sea hath husht his Roares,
And with enamour'd Curles doth kisse the Shoares:
All-bearing Earth like a new-married Queene,
Her Beauties hightens, in a Gown of Greene
Perfumes the Aire, her Meads are wrought with flow'rs,
In colours various▪ figures, smelling, pow'rs,
Trees wanton in the Groves with leavy Locks,
Her H…lls enamell'd stand, the Vales, the Rocks
Ring peales of Joy, her Floods and pratling Brookes,
(Stars liquid Mirrors) with serpenting Crooks,
And whispering murmures, sound unto the Maine,
The Golden Age returned is againe.
The honey People leave their golden Bow'rs,
And innocently prey on budding Flow'rs,
In gloomy Shades percht on the tender Sprayes
The painted Singers fill the Aire with Layes:
Seas, Floods, Earth, Aire, all diversly do sound,
Yet all their diverse Notes hath but one ground,
Re-eccho'd here-down from Heavens azure Vaile,
Haile holy Victor, greatest Victor haile.
O Day on which Deaths Adamantine Chaine
The Lord did breake, did ransack Satans Raigne,
And in triumphing Pompe his Trophees rear'd,
Be thou blest ever, henceforth still endear'd
With Name of his own Day, the Law to Grace,
Types to their substance yeeld, to thee give place
The old New-Moons, with all festivall Daies,
And what above the rest deserveth praise
The reverend Sabaoth, what could else they be
Than golden Heraulds, telling what by thee
We should enjoy? Shades past, now shine thou cleare,
And henceforth be thou Empresse of the yeare,
This Glory of thy Sisters Sex to win,
From worke on thee, as other Daies from Sin,
That Mankind shall forbeare, in every place
The Prince of Planets warmeth in his race;
And far beyond his paths in frozen Climes;
And may thou be so blest to out-date Times,
That when Heavens Quire shall blaze in Accents loud
The many Mercies of their soveraigne Good,
How he on thee did Sin, Death, Hell destroy,
It may be still the Burthen of their Joy.