human
But see, the Virgin blest Hath laid the Babe to rest; Time is our tedious song should here have ending; Heaven's youngest-teemed star Hath fixed her polished car, Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp attending; And all about the courtly stable Bright harnessed Angels sit in order serviceable.
gpt
At a Solemn Music, perhaps the most perfect expression of his ideal of song; the pretty but over fanciful lines,
human
On a fair Infant dying of a cough;