 | The Poetical Works of William Drummond of Hawthornden
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[Amazement at the Incarnation of God.]
To spread the azure Canopie of Heauen,
And make it twinkle with those spangs of Gold,
To stay this weightie masse of Earth so euen,
That it should all, and nought should it vp-hold;
To giue strange motions to the Planets seuen,
Or Ioue to make so meeke, or Mars so bold,
To temper what is moist, drie, hote, and cold,
Of all their Iarres that sweete accords are giuen:
Lord, to thy Wisedome nought is, nor thy Might;
But that thou shouldst (thy Glorie laid aside)
Come meanelie in mortalitie to bide,
And die for those deseru'd eternall plight,
A wonder is so farre aboue our wit,
That Angels stand amaz'd to muse on it.
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