Ask for this great deliverer now, and find him Eyeless in Gaza at the mill with slaves.

What call thou solitude? Is not the earth with various living creatures, and the air replenished, and all these at thy command to come and play before thee?

Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good!

It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born child, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies.

Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.