WHile yet it was the Empire of the Night,
And Stars still check’r’d Darkness with their Light,
From Temples round the cheerful Bells did ring,
But with the Peales a churlish Storm did sing.
I slumbr’d; and the Heavens like things did show,
Like things which I had seen and heard below.
Playing on Harps Angels did singing fly,
But through a cloudy and a troubl’d Sky,
Some fixt a Throne, and Royal Robes display’d,
And then a Massie Cross upon it laid.
I wept: and earnestly implor’d to know,
Why Royal Ensigns were disposed so.
An Angel said, The Emblem thou hast seen,
Denotes the Birth-Day of a Saint and Queen.
Ah, Glorious Minister, I then reply’d,
Goodness and Bliss together do reside
In Heaven and thee, why then on Earth below
These two combin’d so rarely do we know?
He said, Heaven so decrees: and such a Sable Morne
Was that, in which the Son of God was borne.
Then Mortal wipe thine Eyes, and cease to rave,
God darkn’d Heaven, when He the World did save.