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Pillows his Chin upon an Orient Wave,
The flocking shadows pale,
Xroop to th'infernal Jail,

Each fetter'd Ghost flips to his several grave,
And the yellow-skirted Faye s,
Fly after the Night-steeds,leaving their Moon-lov'd

XXVII. [mzze.

But fee the Virgin blest,
Hath laid her Babe to rest.

Time is our tedious Song should here have ending:
Heav'ns youngest teemed Star,
Hath fixt her polissht Car,

Her slcepingLord with HandmaidLamp attending: And all about the Courtly Stable, Bright-harnest Angels sit in order serviceable.

A Paraphrase on Psal. 114.

This an J the following Tsalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

WHen the blest feed ofTerah's faithful Son, After long toil their liberty had won, - T And

And past from Tharian Fields to Canaan\,*i\&i
Led by the strength of the Almighties hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,
His Praise and Glory was in Israel known..
That saw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled,
And sought to hide his froth-bccurled head
Low in the Earth, Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint Host that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high, huge-bellied Mountains skip like Rams
Amongst their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs.
Why fled the Ocean ? And why skipt the Mountains?
Why turned J or dan towards his Chrystal Fountains?
Shake Earth, and at the presence be agast
Of him that ever was, and ay shall last,
That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

"Psalm i 3 6.

LET us with a gladsom mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies ay endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his Name abroad,
For of gods he is the Godj

For his, &c.
O let us his praises tel!.
Who doth the wrathful Tyrants quell.

For his, &c.
Who with his miracles doth make ,
Amazed Heav'n and Earth to fluke.

For his, &c.
Who by his Wisdom did create
The painted Heav'ns so-full of state.

For his, &c. .
Who did the solid Earth ordain .,
To rife above the watry Plain.

For his, &c.
Who by his all-commanding might
Did fill the new-made World with light.

For his, &c.
And caus'd the Golden-trelled Sun,
All the day long his course to run.

For his, &c.
The horned Moon to (hine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright.

For his, &c, T a

He with his thunder-clasping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt Land.

For his, &c.
And in despight of Tharao felt,
He brought from thence his Israel.

For his, .&c.
The ruddy waves he cleft in twain*
Of the Erythraean main.

For, &c.

The floods stood still like Walls of Glass
While the Hebrew Bands did pass.

For, &c.
But full soon they did devour
The tawny King with all his power.

For, &c.
His chosen People he did bless
In the wasteful Wilderness.

For, &c.
In bloody battel he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown.

For, &c.
He foil'd bold Seon and his Host,
That rul'd the Amorrean coast.

For, &f.

And Iarge-limb'd Og he did subdue, With all his over-hardy crew.

For, &c.
And to Servant Israel
He gave their Land therein to dwell.

For, &c.
He hath with a piteous eye
Beheld us in our misery.

For, &c
And freed us from the flavery
Of the invading enemy.

For, &c.
AU living creatores he doth feed,
And with full hand supplies their need.

For, &c.
Let us therefore warble forth
His mighty Majesty and worth.

For, &c.
That his mansion hath on high
Above the reach of mortal eye.
For his mercies ay endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

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