COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ���219 ���Possess'd of holy Davids sacred Throne, �He shall, th' Immortal and tryumphant Boy, �Th' Infernal Powers, and all their rule destroy, �The cursed Serpent's head, his weight shall feel, �And threaten'd vengance, for his brused heel. �The flaming Cherub, shall his guard remitt, �And Paradice, again be open sett. �Angels and God, shall dwell with men below, �And men releas'd, to God, and Angels go. 110 �Peace, to the troubl'd World he shall restore, �And bloody discord, shall prevail no more, �The Lamb, his side by the tam'd Wolff shall lay, �And o're the Aspicks den, the child shall play. �Contending Elements, his Pow'r shall own, �The Winds, shall att his word their rage lay down, �And the chaft billows, shall forbear to frown. �Th' untun'd Creation (by the fall of man) �Shall move harmoniously as itt began. �The fruitfull Autumn, and the gaudy Spring, 120 �Shall sure returns, of sweets, and plenty bring, �And thorough every Grove, the holy swaynes shall sing �Of weighty truths, preserv'd in sacred Rimes, �T' instruct the Pastors of succeeding times, �In the soft rules, of Charity and Love, �Goodwill to men, and praise to Heaven above. �And thou, poor Bethlehem, enclos'd with shade, �Shalt throo' all ages, be illustrious made, �Since in thy bosome, the Redeemer's layd; �Thousands in Juda, did thy state dispise, 130 �Thousands in Juda now, thy lott shall prise. �Now Beor's Son, the Star by thee foretold, �Newly adorn'd, in pointed Rays of Gold, �Call's from thy learned East, th' adoring Kings, �And ev'ry one, a several Tribute brings, ��� �
