Classic Poem

For the Kings Mustick . 1 Mag.

See this is He, whose Star
Did becken us from far; 2 Ma.
And this the Mother whom the Heavens do
Honour, and like Her, bring forth New Stars too. 3 Ma.
I know not which my Thoughts ought first admire:
Here Shew, O Heav'n, another guiding fire. Cho.
Alas, this Wonder's so above our Skill,
That though w'have found him, we may seek him still. 1 Ma.
Since that our own are Silenc'd, This Mouth be
A more Inspired Oracle to me. 2 Ma.
And these Eyes be my Stars, my Light, 3 Ma.
And this Hand wash an Ethiop white. Cho.
Wisdom Commands the Stars (we say)
But it was Ours thus to obey. 1 Ma.
He makes our Gold seem Pebble stone; 2 Ma.
Sure 'tis their Greater Solomon; 1 Ma.
Our Myrrh and Frankinsence must not Contest; 3 Ma.
Diviner Perfumes breath from off her Breast. 2 Ma.
Blest Babe, receive our now disparag';d store: 3 Ma.
And where we cann't express, let us Adore. Cho.
Who against Policy will hence convince,
That Land is blest, that hath so young a Prince. To the King .
But as those Wise enrich'd his Stable, You
Great Soveraign, have enrich'd his Temple too,
The Inn by You hath not the Church beguil'd;
The Manger to the Altar's Reconcil'd:
Since then their Wisdom is by Yours out-gone,
Instead of Three Kings, Fame shall speak of One. Cho.
Since then, &c