Winter chid aloud, and sent The angry north to wage his wars: The north forgot his fierce intent, And left perfumes instead of scars.
By those sweet eyes' persuasive powers, Where he meant frosts, he scattered flowers.
_Chorus._ By those sweet eyes', &c.
_Both_.

We saw thee in thy balmy nest, Young dawn of our eternal day; We saw thine eyes break from the east, And chase the trembling shades away.
We saw thee, and we blessed the sight; We saw thee by thine own sweet light.
_Chorus._ We saw thee, &c.
_Tityrus_.

"Poor world," said I, "what wilt thou do To entertain this starry stranger?
Is this the best thou canst bestow-- A cold and not too cleanly manger?
Contend, the powers of heaven and earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth." _Chorus._ Contend, the powers, &c.
_Thyrsis_.

"Proud world," said I, "cease your contest, And let the mighty babe alone: The phoenix builds the phoenix' nest-- Love's architecture is his own.
The babe, whose birth embraves this morn, Made his own bed ere he was born." _Chorus._ The babe, whose birth, &c.
_Tityrus_.

I saw the curl'd drops, soft and slow, Come hovering o'er the place's head, Offering their whitest sheets of snow To furnish the fair infant's bed: "Forbear," said I; "be not too bold: Your fleece is white, but 'tis too cold." _Chorus._ "Forbear," said I, &c.
_Thyrsis_.