Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SHEPHERDS, by HENRY VAUGHAN


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First Line: Sweet, harmless lives! (on whose holy leisure
Last Line: Their day was dark and dim.
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist
Subject(s): Bible; Christmas; Religion; Nativity, The; Theology


Sweet, harmless lives! (on whose holy leisure
Waits innocence and pleasure)
Whose leaders to those pastures and clear springs,
Were Patriarchs, Saints, and Kings,
How happened it that in the dead of night
You only saw true light,
While Palestine was fast asleep, and lay
Without one thought of day?
Was it because those first and blessed swains
Were pilgrims on those plains
When they received the promise, for which now
'Twas there first shown to you?
'Tis true, he loves that dust whereon they go
That serve him here below,
And therefore might for memory of those
His love there first disclose;
But wretched Salem, once his love, must now
No voice, nor vision know,
Her stately piles with all their height and pride
Now languished and died,
And Bethlem's humble cots above them stept
While all her seers slept;
Her cedar, fir, hewed stones and gold were all
Polluted through their fall,
And those once sacred mansions were now
Mere emptiness and show;
This made the Angel call at reeds and thatch,
Yet where the shepherds watch,
And God's own lodging (though he could not lack)
To be a common rack;
No costly pride, no soft-clothed luxury
In those thin cells could lie,
Each stirring wind and storm blew through their cots
Which never harboured plots,
Only content, and love, and humble joys
Lived there without all noise,
Perhaps some harmless cares for the next day
Did in their bosoms play,
As where to lead their sheep, what silent nook,
What springs or shades to look,
But that was all; and now with gladsome care
They for the town prepare,
They leave their flock, and in a busy talk
All towards Bethlem walk
To see their souls' great shepherd, who was come
To bring all stragglers home,
Where now they find him out, and taught before
That Lamb of God adore,
That Lamb whose days great Kings and Prophets wished
And longed to see, but missed.
The first light they beheld was bright and gay
And turned their night to day,
But to this later light they saw in him,
Their day was dark and dim.





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