A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Can we who11e 10t1la are lig~

With wi.adlom from on hi~

Ca.n we to man benighted

The la.mp 1 0{ life deny I

Salvation! o.h, &ln.tion l

The joyful sound proclaim,

Till ea.rth's remotest nation

H.u lea.rn''d Mesaiah'e IWlle I

cfrtsm tht Jpm D1l tg.e Ja.tihiti.
Btrt peaceml Wft.!l the night,
Whenin the Prince of Light
His reign of pEtace upon the earth began:
The winds with •wonder whist,
Smoothly the watera kiM'd,
Whispering uew joye to the mild oee&n,
Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave.
The ahepberds on tbe lawn,
Or ere the point of dawn,
Sat simply cba.ttiog in a rustic row;
Full little thought they then,
That the mighty Pan
Was kindly come to live with them below;
Perhaps their lo"ee or else their sheep
Waa all that did their silly thought.a so busy keep.
When such muei·c sweet
Their hearts and ear$ did greet,
Aa never waa lby mortar .finger .11trook;
Divinely warbled voice
.Answering the sttringed noiae
As all their sotuls in blissfu{ rapture took;
The air, suchple&Snre loath to lose,
With thoUSAnd ecboe;; still prolongs each he&venly cloee.
Such music (aa 'tia aaid)
13efcre was neve1~ made,
13ut when of olld the sona of morning 8Ullg,
While the Ureat<>r great
His constellations set,
And the well-halanced world on hinges hung,
.And cast the dark foundatioue deep,
.And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep-