Poetry. Alexander Pope

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       Peace o'er the world her olive wand extend,

       And white-robed Innocence from heaven descend. 20

       Swift fly the years, and rise the expected morn!

       Oh spring to light, auspicious Babe, be born!

       See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring,

       With all the incense of the breathing spring!

       See lofty Lebanon his head advance,

       See nodding forests on the mountains dance:

       See spicy clouds from lowly Saron rise,

       And Carmel's flowery top perfumes the skies!

       Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers;

       'Prepare the way! a God, a God appears:' 30

       'A God, a God!' the vocal hills reply,

       The rocks proclaim the approaching Deity.

       Lo, Earth receives him from the bending skies!

       Sink down, ye mountains, and ye valleys, rise;

       With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay;

       Be smooth, ye rocks, ye rapid floods, give way!

       The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold:

       Hear him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, behold!

       He from thick films shall purge the visual ray,

       And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: 40

       'Tis he the obstructed paths of sound shall clear,

       And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear:

       The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego,

       And leap exulting like the bounding roe.

       No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear,

       From every face he wipes off every tear.

       In adamantine chains shall Death be bound,

       And Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound.

       As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,

       Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air, 50

       Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs,

       By day o'ersees them, and by night protects,

       The tender lambs he raises in his arms,

       Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms;

       Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage,

       The promised Father of the future age.

       No more shall nation against nation rise,

       Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes,

       Nor fields with gleaming steel be cover'd o'er,

       The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more; 60

       But useless lances into scythes shall bend,

       And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.

       Then palaces shall rise; the joyful son

       Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun;

       Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield,

       And the same hand that sow'd, shall reap the field;

       The swain in barren deserts with surprise

       See lilies spring, and sudden verdure rise;

       And start, amidst the thirsty wilds, to hear

       New falls of water murmuring in his ear. 70

       On rifted rocks, the dragons' late abodes,

       The green reed trembles, and the bulrush nods,

       Waste sandy valleys, once perplex'd with thorn,

       The spiry fir, and shapely box adorn:

       To leafless shrubs the flowering palms succeed,

       And odorous myrtle to the noisome weed.

       The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead,

       And boys in flowery bands the tiger lead;

       The steer and lion at one crib shall meet,

       And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. 80

       The smiling infant in his hand shall take

       The crested basilisk and speckled snake,

       Pleased, the green lustre of the scales survey,

       And with their forky tongue shall innocently play.

       Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise!

       Exalt thy towery head, and lift thy eyes!

       See, a long race thy spacious courts adorn;

       See future sons, and daughters yet unborn,

       In crowding ranks on every side arise,

       Demanding life, impatient for the skies! 90

       See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,

       Walk in thy light and in thy temple bend;

       See thy bright altars throng'd with prostrate kings,

       And heap'd with products of Sabean springs!

       For thee Idumè's spicy forests blow,

       And seeds of gold in Ophir's mountains glow.

       See Heaven its sparkling portals wide display,

       And break upon thee in a flood of day!

       No more the rising sun shall gild the morn,

       Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; 100

       But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays,

       One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze

       O'erflow thy courts: The Light himself shall shine

       Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine!

       The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay,

       Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away;

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