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Side 7 - Silence' child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince, whose approach peace to all mortals brings, Indifferent host to shepherds and to kings...
Side 145 - Baptist. The last and greatest herald of heaven's King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, Which he than man more harmless found and mild ; His food was locusts, and what young doth spring, With honey that from virgin hives distill'd ; Parch'd body, hollow eyes, some uncouth thing Made him appear long since from earth exil'd.
Side 52 - This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath. And though it sometimes...
Side 58 - Which used in such harmonious strains to flow, Is reft from earth to tune those spheres above, What art thou but a harbinger of woe? Thy pleasing notes, be pleasing notes no more, But orphan wailings to the fainting ear, Each stop a sigh, each sound draws forth a tear.
Side 144 - Amidst heaven's rolling heights this earth who stayed. In a poor cottage inned, a virgin maid A weakling did him bear, who all upbears : There is he poorly swaddled, in manger laid, To whom too narrow swaddlings are our spheres : Run, shepherds, run, and solemnize his birth, This is that night — no, day, grown great with bliss, In which the power of Satan broken is ; In heaven be glory, peace unto the earth ! Thus singing, through the air the angels swam, And cope of stars re-echoed the same.