To all our world of well-stoln joy5
He slept; and dreamt of no such thing.
While we found out Heaun's fairer ey
And kis't the cradle of our King.
Tell him He rises now, too late
To show vs ought worth looking at.10
Tell him we now can show him more
Then he e're show'd to mortall sight;
Then he himselfe e're saw before,
Which to be seen needes not his light.
Tell him, Tityrus, where th' hast been,15
Tell him Thyrsis, what th' hast seen.
Tityrus.
Gloomy night embrac't the place
Where the noble Infant lay.
The Babe look't vp and shew'd His face;
In spite of darknes, it was day.20
It was Thy day, Sweet! and did rise
Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.
Chorus. It was Thy day, Sweet.
Thyrsis.
Winter chidde aloud, and sent
The angry North to wage his warres.25
The North forgott his feirce intent,
And left perfumes in stead of scarres.
By those sweet eyes' persuasiue powrs
Where he mean't frost, he scatter'd flowrs.
Chorus. By those sweet eyes.30
Both.
We saw Thee in Thy baulmy-nest,
Young dawn of our æternall Day!
We saw Thine eyes break from their East
And chase the trembling shades away.
We saw Thee; and we blest the sight,35
We saw Thee by Thine Own sweet light.