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THE

NATIVITY.

POEME HEROIQUE,
Vol. 4. §4.

"TIS Folly all-let me no more be told
Of Parian porticos, and roofs of gold;
Delightful views of Nature dress'd by Art,
Enchant no longer this indiff'rent heart;
The Lord of all things, in his humble birth,
Makes mean the proud magnificence of earth;
The straw, the manger, and the mould'ring wall,
Eclipse its lustre; and I scorn it all.

Canals, and fountains, and delicious vales,
Green slopes, and plains whose plenty never fails;
Deep rooted groves, whose heads sublimely rise,
Earth-born, and yet ambitious of the skies;
Th' abundant foliage of whose gloomy shades,
Vainly the sun in all its pow'r invades ;
Where warbled airs of sprightly birds resound;
Whose verdure lives while winter scowls around:
Rocks, lofty mountains, caverns dark and deep,
And torrents raving down the rugged steep;

THE

NATIVITY.

POEME HEROIQUE,
Vol. 4. §4.

"TIS Folly all-let me no more be told Of Parian porticos, and roofs of gold; Delightful views of Nature dress'd by Art, Enchant no longer this indiff'rent heart; The Lord of all things, in his humble birth, Makes mean the proud magnificence of earth; The straw, the manger, and the mould'ring wall, Eclipse its lustre; and I scorn it all.

Canals, and fountains, and delicious vales, Green slopes, and plains whose plenty never fails; Deep rooted groves, whose heads sublimely rise, Earth-born, and yet ambitious of the skies; Th' abundant foliage of whose gloomy shades, Vainly the sun in all its pow'r invades ; Where warbled airs of sprightly birds resound; Whose verdure lives while winter scowls around: Rocks, lofty mountains, caverns dark and deep, And torrents raving down the rugged steep;

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