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“ Not to be blown with pride,

As far beyond the starty walls of Heaves, Nor mov'd at glory's breath,

As is the loftiest of the planets seven, Which shadow-like on wings of time doth glide; Sequester'd from this Earth in purest light, So malice to disarm,

Out-shining ours, as ours doth sable night,
And conquer hasty wrath,

Thou all-sufficient, omnipotent,
As to do good to those that work your harm: Thou ever glorious, most excellent,

God various in names, in essence one, " To hatch no base desires,

High art installed on a golden throne, Or gold or land to gain,

Out-stretching Heaven's wide bespangled vault, Well pleas'd with that which virtue fair acquires; Transcending all the circles of our thought; To have the wit and will

With diamantine sceptre in thy band, (mand, Consorting in one strain,

There thou giv'st laws, and dost this world conThan what is good to have no higher skill: This world of concords rais’d unlikely sweet,

Which like a ball lies prostrate at thy feet. “ Never on neighbour's goods,

If so we may well say, (and what we say With cockatrice's eye

Here wrapp'd in flesh, led by dim. reason's ras, To look, nor make another's beaven your hell; To show, by earthly beauties which we see, Nor to be beauty's thrall;

That spiritual excellence that shines in thee, All fruitless love to iy,

Good Lord forgive) not far from thy right side, Yet loving still a love transcendent all;

With curled locks Youth ever doth abide;

Rose-cheeked Youth, who garlanded with foa's, “ A love, wbicb, while it burns

Still blooming, ceaselessly unto thee pours The soul with fairest beams,

Immortal nectar in a cup of gold, To that Increated Sun the soul it turns,

That by no darts of ages thou grow old; And makes such beauty prove,

And as ends and beginnings thee not claim, That, if sense saw her gleams,

Successionless that thou be still the same. All lookers-on would pine and die for love.

Near to thy other side resistless Mighty

From head to foot in burnish'd arınour dight, " Who such a life doth live

That rings about him, with a waving brand, You happy even may call,

And watchful eye, great centinel doth stand ; Ere ruthless Death a wished end him give; That neither time nor force in augbt impair And after then when given,

Thy workmanship, nor barm thine empire fair; More happy by his fall,

Soon to give death to all again that would For humanes, Earth, enjoying angels, Heaven. Stern Discord raise, which thou destroy'd of old;

Discord, that foe to order, nurse of war, “ Swift is your mortal race,

By which the noblest things demolish'd are: And glassy is the field;

But, caitiff! she no treason doth devise, Vast are desires not limited by grace:

When Might to nought doth bring her enterprise: Life a weak taper is ;

Thy all-upholding Might her malice reins. Then while it light doth yield,

And her to Hell throws, bound in irop chains. Leave Aying joys, embrace this lasting bliss.” With locks in waves of gold, that ebb and for

On ivory neck, in robes more white than stoe, This when the nymph had said,

Truth stedfastly before thee holds a glass, She div'd within the flood,

Indent with gems, where shineth all that was, Whose face with smiling curls long after staid; That is, or shall be, here ere aught was wrought

. Then sighs did zephyrs press,

Thou knew all that thy pow'r with timeforth brougat Birds sang from every wood,

And more, things numberless which thou waids And echoes rang, “This was true happiness." That actually shall never being take;

Here thou behold'st thyself, and, strange! dost prote
At once the beauty, lover, and the love.
With faces two, like sisters, sweetly fair

, Whose blossoms no rough antumo can impair


Stands Providence, and doth her looks disperse I FEEL my bosom glow with wontless fires,

Through every corner of this universe; Rais'd from the vulgar press my mind aspires,

Thy Providence, at once wbich general things

And singular doth rule, as empires kings; Wing’d with high thoughts, unto his praise to climb, Without whose care this world lost would remain, From deep eternity, who call'd forth time;

As ship without a master in the main, That essence which, not mov'd, makes each thing As chariot alone, as bodies prove Uncreate beauty, all-creating love: [move, Deprived of souls, whereby they be, lire, more. But by so great an object, radiant light, My heart apallid, enteebled rests my sight,

But who are they which shine thy throne so red, Thick clouds benight my labouring engine,

With sacred countenance and look serere? And at my high attempts my wits repine.

This in one hand a pond'rous sword doth bold, If thou in me this sacred heat hast.wrought,

Her left stays charg'd with balances of gold; My knowledge sharpen, sarcels lend my thought: Doth bear a brandon with a babish grace :

That, with brows girt with bays, sweet-smiling face, Grant me, Time's Father, world-containing King, A pow'r of thee in pow'rful lays to sing ;

Two milk-white wings him easily do more; That as thy beanty in Earib lives, Healen shines, By this thou brought'st

this engine great to light;

O! she thy Justice is, and this thy Love! It dawning may or shadow in my lines.

By that it fram'd in number, measure, weight,


That destine doth reward to ill and good :

Till mounting some tall mountain, he do find But sway of Justice is hy Love withstood,

More heights before him than be left bebind : Which did it not relent, and mildly stay,

With halting pace so while I would me raise This world ere now had found its funeral day. To the unbounded limits of thy praise,

What bands, encluster d, near to these abide, Some part of way I thought to have o'er-run, Which into vast infinity them hide!

But now I see how scarce I have begun; Infinity that neither doth admit

With wonders new my spirits range possest, Place, time, nor number to encroach on it. And wandering wayless in a maze them rest. Here Bounty sparkleth, here doth Beauty shine, In these vast fields of light, ethereal plaius, Simplicity, more white than gelsomine,

Thou art attended by immortal trains Mercy with open wings, aye-varied Bliss,

Of intellectual pow'rs, which thou brought'st forth Glory, and Joy, that Bliss's darling is.

To praise thy goodness, and admire thy worth, Ineffable, all-pow'rful God, all free,

Ja numbers passing other creatures far, Thou only liv'st, and each thing lives by thee;

Since most in number noblest creatures are,
No joy, no, nor perfection to thee came

Which do in knowledge us not less outrun
By the contriving of this world's great frame: Than Moon in light doth stars, or Moon the Sun;
Ere Sun, Moon, stars began their restless race, Uulike, in orders rang'd and many a band,
Ere painted was with light Heaven's pure face, (If beauty in disparity doth stand)
Ere air had clouds, ere clouds wept down their Archangels, angels, cherubs, seraphines,

And what with name of thrones amongst them shines,
Ere sea embraced earth, ere earth bare flow'rs, Large-ruling princes, dominations, pow'rs,
Thou bappy liv'dst; world nought to thee supply'd, All-acting virtues of those flaming tow'rs:
All in thyself thyself thou satisfy'd:

These freed of umbrage, these of labour free,
Of good no slender shadow doth appear,

Rest ravished with still beholding thee;
No age-woru track, which shin'd in thee not clear, Inflam'd with beams which sparkle from thy face,
Perfection's sum, prime cause of every cause, They can no more desire, far less embrace.
Midst, end, beginning where all good doth pause :

Low under them, with slow and staggering pace
Hence of thy substance, differing in nought, Thy hand-maid Nature thy great steps doth trace,
Thou in eternity thy son forth brought ;

The source of second causes' golden chain, The only birth of thy unchanging mind,

That links this frame as thou it doth ordain. Thine image, pattern-like that ever shin'd; Nature gaz'd on with such a curious eye, Light out of light, begotten not by will,

That earthlings oft her deem'd a deity. But nature, all and that same essence still

By Nature led, those bodies fair and great, Which thou thyself, for thou dost nought possess

Which faint not in their course, nor change their Which he hath not, in aught nor is be less

Unintermix'd, which no disorder prove, [state, Thau thee his great begetter ; of this light, Though aye and contrary they always move, Eternal, double-kindled was thy spright

The organs of thy providence divine, Eternally, who is with thee the same,

Books ever open, signs that clearly shine; All-holy gift, ambassador, knot, flame:

Time's purpled maskers then do them advance,
Most sacred Triad, O most boly One!

As by sweet music in a measur'd dance;
Uoprocreate Father, ever procreate Son, [be, Stars, host of Heaven, ye firmaments, bright flow'rs,
Ghost breath'd from both, you were, are still, shall Clear lamps which overhang this stage of ours,
(Most blessed) Three in One, and Oue in Three, Ye turn not there to deck the weeds of night,
Incomprehensible by reachless height,

Nor, pageant like, to please the vulgar sight:
And unperceived by excessive light.

Great causes, sure ye must bring great effects; So in our souls three and yet one are still,

But who can descant right your grave aspects?
The understanding, memory, and will;

He only who you made decypher can
So (though unlike) the planet of the days, Your notes; Heaven's eyes, ye blind the eyes of man.
So soon as he was made, begat his rays,

Amidst these sapphire far-extending heights,
Which are his offspring, and from both was hurld The never-twinkling, ever wand'ring lights
The rosy light which consolates the world, Their fixed motions keep; one dry and cold,
And none forewent another : so the spring, Decp-leaden colour'd, slowly there is rollid,
The well-head, and the stream which they forth With rule and line for Time's steps meeting even,

In twice three lustres he but turns bis heaven.
Are but one self-same essence, nor in aught With temperate qualities and countenauce fair,
Do differ, save in order; and our thought Still mildly smiling, sweetly debonnaire,
No chime of time discerns in them to fall,

Another cheers the world, and way doth make
But three distinctly 'bide one essence all.

Jo twice six autumns through the zodiac.
But these express not thee. Who can declare But hot and dry with flaming locks and brows
Thy being? Men and angels dazzled are.

Enrag'd, this in his red pavilion glows :
Who would this Eden force with wit or sense, Together running with like speed, if space,
A cherubin shall find to bar him thence.

Two equally in hands achieve their race; Great Architect, Lord of this universe,

With blashing face this oft doth bring the day, That light is blinded would thy greatness pierce.

And ushers oft to stately stars the way ;
Ah ! as a pilgrim who the Alps doth pass,

That various in virtue, changing, light,
Or, Atlas' temples crown'd with winter glass, With his small fame impearls the vail of night,
The airy Caucasus, the Apennine,

Prince of this court, the Sun in triumph rides,
Pyrenees' clifts where Sun doth never shine, With the year snake-like in herself that glides,
When he some craggy hills bath overwent, Time's dispensator, fair life-giving source,
Begins to think on rest, his journey spent, Through sky's twelve posts as he doth run bis course;

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Heart of this all, of what is known to sense, They would not reel in aught, por vandring stray, The likest to his Maker's excellence;

But draw to thee, who could their centres stay; In whose diurnal motion doth appear

Were but one hour this world disjoin'd from thee, A shadow, no true portrait of the year.

It in one hour to nought reduc'd should be. The Moon moves lowest, silver sun of night, For it thy shadow is; and can they last, Dispersing through the world her borrow'd light; If sever'd from the substances them cast? Who in three forms ber head abroad doth range, 0! only bless'd, and Author of all bliss ! And only constant is in constant change.

No, bliss itself, tbat all-where wished is; Sad queen of silence, I ne'er see thy face Efficient, exemplary, final good, To wax, or wane, or shine with a full grace, Of thine own self but only understood : But straight, amaz'd, on man I think, each day Light is thy curtain : thou art Light of light; His state who changeth, or if he find stay, An erer-waking eye still shining bright. It is in doleful anguish, cares, and pains,

In-looking all, exempt of passive pow'r, And of his labours death is all the gains.

And change, in change since Death's pale shade Immortal Monarch, can so fond a thought

doth low'r: Lodge in my breast, as to trust thou first brought all times to thee are one; that which hath run, Here in Earth's shady cloister, wretched man, And that which is not brought yet by the Sun, To suck the air of woe, to spend life's span To thee are present, who dost always see Midst sighs and plaints, a stranger unto mirth, In present act, what past is, or to be. To give himself his death rebuking birth? Day-livers, we rememberance do lose By sense and wit of creatures made king,

Of ages worn, so miseries us toss, By sense and wit to live their underling ?

(Blind and lethargic of thy heavenly grace, And what is worst, have eaglets eyes to see Which sin in our first parents did deface; His own disgrace, and know an high degree And even while embrions curst by justest doon) Of bliss, the place, if he might thereto climb, That we neglect what gone is, or to come; And not live thralled to imperious time?

But thou in thy great archives scrolled hast, Or, dotard ! shall I so from reason swerve, In parts and whole, whatever yet hath past,

To dim those lights, which to our use do serve, Since first the marble wheels of Time were rol'd,
For thou dost not them need, more nobly fran'd As ever living, never waxing old,
Than us, that know their course, and have them Still is the same thy day and yesterday,
nam'd ?

An undivided now, a constant aye.
No, I ne'er think but we did them sarpass

0! king, whose greatness none can comprehra, As far as they do asterisms of glass.

Whose boundless goodness doth to all exterd; When thou us made, by treason high defild, Light of all beauty, ocean without ground, Thrust from our first estate, we live exil'd, That standing, flowest; giving, dost abound; Wand'ring this Earth, which is of Death the lot, Rich palace, and in-daeller, eter blest, Where he doth use the power which he hath got, Never not working, ever yet in rest : Indifferent umpire unto clowns and kipgs,

What wit cannot conceive, words say of thee, The supreme monarch of all mortal things. Here where we as but in a mirror see,

When first this flow'ry orb was to us given, Shadows of shadows, atoms of thy might, it but a place disfalu'd was to Heaven:

Still owely-eyed when staring on thy light; These creatures which now our sovereigns are, Grant, that, released froin this earthly jail, (veil, And, as to rebels, do denounce us war,

And freed from clouds, which here our knowledge Then were our vassals; no tumultuous storm, In Heaven's high temples where thy praises rias, No thunders, earthquakes, did ber form deform; In sweeter notes I may hear angels sing. The seas in tumbling mountains did not roar, But like moist crystal whisper'd on the shore; No snake did trace her meads, nor ambush'd low'r

Great God, whom we with humbled thoughts adukt, În azure curls bencath the sweet spring flow'r ; Eternal, infinite, almighty King, The nightshade, henbane, napel, aconite,

Whose dwellings Heaven transcend, whose throne Her bowels then pot bear, with death to smite

before Her guiltless brood: thy messengers of grace, Archangels serve, aud seraphim do sing; As their high rounds, did baunt this lower place. Of nought who wrought all that with wood'ring eyes O joy of joys ! with our first parents thou

We do bebold within this various round; To commune then didst deign, as friends do now: Who makes the rocks to rock, to stand the skies; Against thee we rebell’d, and justly thus

At whose command clouds peals of thunder sonod: Each creature rebelled against us;

Ah! spare us worms, weigh not how we, alas! Earth, reft of what did chief in her excel,

Evil to ourselves, against thy laws rebel ; To all became a jail, to most a Hell:

Wash off those spots, which still in conscience' glass, In time's full term, until thy Son was given, Though we be loath to look, we see too well. Who man with thee, Earth reconcil'd with Heaven. Deserv'd revenge, Oh! do not, do not take :

Whole and entire, all in thyself thou art; If thou revenge, who shall abide thy blow? All-where diffus'd, yet of this all no part: Pass shall this world, this world which thou did For infinite, in making this fair frame,

make, Great without quantity, in all thou came; Which should not perish till thy trumpet blor. And filling all, how can thy state admit,

What soul is found whose parent's crime not stains! Or place or substance to be void of it?

Or what with its own sins defil'd is not? Were worlds as many as the rays which stream Though Justice rigour threaten, yet her reins From day's bright lamp, or madding wits do dream, Let Mercy guide, and never be forgot.


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Less are our faults, far, far than is thy love: Faio would she trophies to thy virtues rear:
O! what can better seem thy grace divine, But for this stately task she is not strong,
Than they, who plagues deserve, thy bounty proves | And her defects her high attempts do wrong :
And where thou show'r may'st vengeance, there to Yet as she could she makes thy worth appear.
Then look and pity; pitying, forgive [shine! So in a inap is shown this flow'ry place;
Us guilty slaves, or servants now in thrall;
Slaves, if alas! thou look how we do live,

So wrought in arras by a virgin's hand,
Or doing ill, or doing nought at all;

With Heaven and blazing stars doth Atlas stand; Of an ungrateful mind the foul effect.

So drawn by charcoal is Narcissus' face : But if thy gifts, wnich largely heretofore

She like the morn may be to some bright sun,
Thou hast upon iis pour'd, thou dost respect,

The day to perfect that's by her begun.
We are thy servants, nay, than servants more,
Thy children; yes, and children dearly bought:
But what strange chance us of this lot bereaves ?
Poor, worthless wights, how lowly are we brought!
Wbom grace once children made, sin hath made


Sin hath made slaves, but let those bands grace What blust'ring noise now interrupts my sleeps?
That in our wrongs thy mercies may appear:
Thy wisdom not so mean is, pow'r so weak,

What echoing shouts thus cleave my crystal deeps?
Lut thousand ways they can inake worlds thee fear. And seem to call me from my watry court ?
() wisdom boundless! O miraculous grace!

What melody, what sounds of joy and sport, Grace, wisdom which make wink dim reason's eye!

Are convey'd hither from each nigut-born spring? And could Heaven's King bring from his placeless with what loud rumours do the mountains ring, On this ignob'e stage of care to die; [place,

Which in unusual pomp on tip-toes stand, To die our death, and with the sacred stream

And, full of wonder, overlook the land ? [bright, Of blood and water gushing from his side,

Whence come these glittring throngs, these meteors To make us clean of that contagious blame,

This golden people glancing in my sight? First on us brought toy our first parent's pride!

Whence doth this praise, applause, and love arise? Thus thy great lore and pity, beavenly king !

What load-star eastward drawetb thus all eyes? Love, pity, which so well our loss prevent,

Am I awake? Or have some dreams conspir'd Of evil itself, lo! could all gooriness bring,

To mock my sense with what I most desir'd? And sad beginning cheer with glad event.

View I that living face, see I those looks, O love and pity ! ill known of these times !

Which with delight were wont t'amaze my brooks 2. O love and pity! careful of our need!

Do I behold that worth, that man divine, O bounties ! which our horrid acts and crimes,

This age's glory, by these banks of mine? Grown numberless, contend near to exceed.

Then find I true what long I wish'd in vain ; Make this excessive ardour of thy love

My much-beloved prince is come again, So warm oui coldness, so our lives renew,

So unto them whose zenith is the pole, That we from sin, sin may froin us remove,

When six black months are past, the Sun doth roll: Wisdom our will, faith may our wit subdue.

So after tempest to sea-tossed wights, Let thy pure love burn up all worldly lust,

Fair Helen's brothers show their clearing lights: Hell's candid poison killing our best part,

So comes Arabia's wonder from her woods, Which makes us joy in toys, adore frail dust

And far, far off is seen by Memphis' foods; Instead of thee, in temple of our heart.

The feather'd sylvans, cloud-like, by her Ay, Grant, when at last our souls these bodies leave, and with triumphing plaudits beat the sky; Their loathsome shops of sin and mansions blind,

Nile marvels, Serap's priests entranced rave, And doom before thy royal seat receive,

And in Mygdonian stone her shape engrave;
A saviour more than judge they thee may find.

In lasting cedars they do mark the time
In which Apollo's bird came to their clime.

Let mother Earth now deck'd with flow'rs be seen,
And sweet-breath'd zephyrscurl the meadows green:
Let Heaven weep rubies in a crimson show'r,

Such as on India's shores they use to pour:

Or with that golden storm the fields adorn,
Which Jove rain'dwben his blue-eyed maid was born.

May never Hours the web of day out-weave,

May never Night rise from her sable cave!
BEING A PANEGYRIC TO THE HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE Swell proud, my billows, faint not to declare

JAMES, KING OF GREAT BRITAIN, FRANCE AND IRE- Your joys as ample as their causes are:

For murmurs hoarse sound like Arion's harp,
Now delicately flat, now sweetly sharp.
And you, my nymphs, rise from your

moist repair,

Strew all your springs and grots with lilies fair :

Some swiftest-footed, get them hence, and pray

Our floods and lakes come keep this holiday;
If in this storm of joy and pompous throng, Whate'er beneath Albania's hisls do run,
This pymph, great king, doth come to thee so near, which see the rising, or the setting Sun,
That thy harmonious ears her accents hear, Which drink stern Grampus' mists, or Ochel's Shows:
Give pardon to her hoarse and lowly song. Stone-rolling Tay, Tine tortoise-like that flows,




The pearly Don, the Deas, the fertile Spay, When lilies do them deck in azure gowns, Wild Neverne, which doth see our longest day; And new-born roses blush with golden crowns; Nesse smoking sulphur, Leave with mountains ( To prove how calm we under thee should live, crown'd,

What halcyonean days thy reign should give; Strange Loumond for his Anating isles renown'd; And to two flow'ry diadems, thy right, The Irish Rian, Ken, the silver Aire,

The Heavens thee made a partner of the light. The snaky Dun, the Ore with rushy hair,

Scarce wast thou born, when join'd in friendly bands The crystal-streaming Nid, loud-bellouing Clyde, Two mortal foes with other clasped hands; Tweed, which no more our kingdoms shall divide; With Virtue Fortune strove, which most should tace Rank-swelling Annan, Lid with curled streams, Thy place for thee, thee for so high a place: The Eskes, the Solway, where they lose their names; One vow'd thy sacred breast not to forsake, To every one proclaim our joys and feasts,

The other, on thee not to turn her back; Our triumphs; bid all come and be our guests: And that thou more her love's effects might'st feel, And as they meet in Neptune's azure hall, For thee she left her globe, and broke her wheel. Bid them bid sea-gods keep this festival;

When years thee vigour gave, O then, how clear This day, shall by our currents be renown'd; Did smother'd sparkles in bright flames appear! Our hills about shall still this day resound : - Amongst the woods to force the flying bart, Nay, that our love more to this day appear, To pierce the mountain-wolf with feather'd dart; Let us with it henceforth begin our year.

See falcons climb the clouds, the fox ensnare, To virgins, flow'rs, to sun-burnt earth, the rain, Out-run the wind-out-running Dædale hare; To mariners, fair winds amidst the main;

To breathe thy fiery steed on every plain, Cool shades to pilgrims, which hot glances burn, And in meand'ring gyres him bring again ; Are not so pleasing as thy blest return,

The press thee making place, and vulgar things, That day, dear prince, which robb'd us of thy sight In admiration's air, on glory's.wings: (Day? No, but darkness and a dusky night) O ! thou far from the common pitch didst rise, Did fill our breasts with sighs, our eyes with tears, with thy designs to dazzle Envy's eyes: Turn'd minutes to sad months, sad months to years: Thou sought'st to know this all's eternal source, Trees left to fourish, meadows to bear flow'rs, Of ever-turning Heavens the restless course; Brooks hid their heads within their sedgy bow'rs; Their fixed lamps, their lights, which wand ring ron, Fair Ceres curs'd our trees with barren frost, Whence Moon her silver bath, bis gold the Sun; As if again she had her daughter lost :

If Fate there be or no, if planets can, The Muses left our groves, and for sweet songs By fierce aspects, force the free will of man: Sate sadly silent, or did weep their wrongs: The light aspiring fire, the liquid air, You know it, meads; you, murmuring 'woods, it The flaming dragons, comets with red hair, know,

Heaven's tilting lances, artillery, and bow, Hills, da es, and caves, copartners of their woe; Loud-sounding trumpets, darts of hail and snow, And you it know, my streams, which from their eine The roaring element, with people dumb, Oft on your glass receiv'd their pearly brine : The earth with what conceir'd is in her womb, “ O Naiads dear!” said they, “ Napæas fair! What on her moves, were set unto thy sight, O nymphs of trees ! nymphs which on hills repair; Till thou didst find their causes, essence, might: Gone are those maiden glories, gone that state, But unto nought thou so thy mind didst strain, Which inade all eyes admire our bliss of late.” As to be read in man, and learn to reign; As looks the Heaven when never star appears, To know the weight and Atlas of a crown, But slow and weary shroud them in their spheres, To spare the humble, proud ones tumble dowo. While Tithon's wife embosom'd by him lies, When from those piercing cares which thrones invest, And world doth languish in a mournful guise: Asthorns the rose, thou, wearied, would'st thee rest, As looks a garden of its beauty spoil'd,

With lute in hand, full of celestial fire, As woods in winter by rough Boreas foild,

To the Pierian groves thou didst retire: As portraits ras'd of colours us'd to be ;

There, garlanded with all Urania's flow'rs, So look'd these abject bounds depriv'd of thee. In sweeter lays than builded Thebes' tox'rs;

While as my rills enjoy'd thy royal gleams, Or them which charm’d the dolphins in the main, They did not envy Tiber's haughty streams, Or which did call Eurydice again; Nor wealthy Tagus with bis golden ore,

Thou sung'st away the hours, till from their sphere Nor clear Hydaspes which on pearls Joth roar, Stars seem'd to shoot, thy melody to bear. Nor golden Gange that sees the Sun new born, The god with golden hair, the sister maids, Nor Acbelous with his Pow'ry horn,

Did leave their Helicon and Tempe's shades, Nor floods which near Elysian fields do fall: To see thine isle ; here lost their pative tongue, For why? Thy sight did serve to them for all. And in thy world-divided language sung. No place there is so desert, so alone,

Who of thine after-age can count the deeds, Even from the frozen to the torrid zone,

With all that Fame in Time's huge annals reads ; From flaming Hecla to great Quincey's lake, How by example, more than any law, Which thy abode could not most happy make: This people fierce thou didst to goodness draw; All those perfections which by bounteous Heaven How while the neighbour worlds, tossd by the faias, To divers worlds in divers times were given, So many Phaetons had in their states, (throar The starry senate pour'd at once on thee,

Which turn'd to heedless fames their burnisha That thou exemplar might'st to others be. Thou, as enspher'd, kept'st temperate thy zones;

Thy life was kept till the three sisters spun In Afric shores, the sands that ebb and flow, Their threads of gold, and then it was begun. The shady leaves on Arden's trees that grow, With chequer'd clouds when skies do look most fair, He sure may count, with all the waves that meet And no disorderd blasts disturb the air ;

To wash the Mauritanian Atlas' feet.

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