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Caroll, Sung to His Majesty on Twelfeday, being the Epiphany. 1644.
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Caroll, Sung to His Majesty on Twelfeday, being the Epiphany. 1644.
First Magus.
What
bright and unaccustomed shine;
Hath seiz'd our wonder and our eyes,
No Sage can shew, no Art divine,
This Starres acquaintance with the Skies.
“The Earth is blest with great and rich Events,
“When Heaven proclaimes, & Stars are Instruments.
Hath seiz'd our wonder and our eyes,
No Sage can shew, no Art divine,
This Starres acquaintance with the Skies.
“The Earth is blest with great and rich Events,
“When Heaven proclaimes, & Stars are Instruments.
Second Magus.
The throng of lesser Lights submit,
And with the Night their Reigne is done,
But this doth in his Chariot sit,
And uncontroul'd doth face the Sun,
“And fit it is God by that Starre be knowne,
“Which knowes no Light nor Lustre 'bove its owne.
And with the Night their Reigne is done,
But this doth in his Chariot sit,
And uncontroul'd doth face the Sun,
“And fit it is God by that Starre be knowne,
“Which knowes no Light nor Lustre 'bove its owne.
Third Magus.
See! see! the Starre with's beamy eye,
Doth winke and becken us away,
And while his Active glories fly,
He bids us travaile by his Ray.
“Then follow we, and journey by his side,
“They cannot erre whom Heaven & Stars do guide,
Doth winke and becken us away,
And while his Active glories fly,
He bids us travaile by his Ray.
“Then follow we, and journey by his side,
“They cannot erre whom Heaven & Stars do guide,
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The blaze is fixt, and all his streames
Of moving Lustre setled be,
He waves his Tributary beames,
Ore one more bright, more Starre then He.
“Thus Phosphorus doth early dawne forerun,
“And payes his Shine, his homage to the Sun.
Of moving Lustre setled be,
He waves his Tributary beames,
Ore one more bright, more Starre then He.
“Thus Phosphorus doth early dawne forerun,
“And payes his Shine, his homage to the Sun.
Second Magus.
Behold a greater King then we,
From whose Devotion comes
A sweeter Cloud then rais'd can be,
From all our Spice and Gummes.
We yeild (Great Sir) you have out-stript our care
“The fragrant East hath no Perfume like Prayer.
From whose Devotion comes
A sweeter Cloud then rais'd can be,
From all our Spice and Gummes.
We yeild (Great Sir) you have out-stript our care
“The fragrant East hath no Perfume like Prayer.
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