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What should We do but sing his praise, That led us through the watery maze, Unto an isle so long unknown, And yet far kinder than our own ? Where he the huge sea-monsters wracks, That lift the deep upon their backs. He lands us on a grassy stage, Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage, He gave us this eternal spring, Which here enamels every thing; And sends the fowls to us in care, On daily visits through the air. He hangs in shades the orange bright, Like golden lamps in a green night; And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows. He makes the figs our mouths to meet; And throws the melons at our feet. But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice. With cedars, chosen by his hand, From Lebanon, he stores the land; And makes the hollow seas, that roar, Proclaim the ambergrease on shore. He cast (of which we rather boast) The gospel's pearl upon our coast; And in these rocks for us did frame A temple, where to sound his name. Oh ! let our voice bis praise exalt, Till it arrive at Heaven's vault : Which, thence (perhaps) rebounding, may, Echo beyond the Mexique Bay.
Thus sung they in the English boat,
To Altbea.- From Prison.
WHEN love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates; And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the grates :
And fettered to her eye;
Know no such liberty.
With no allaying Thames,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep
Know no such liberty. When (like committed linnets) I
With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my king;
When I shall voice aloud, how good
He is, how great should be ;
Know no such liberty.
Nor iron bars a cage;
That for an hermitage ; If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free; Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.
Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon :
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a Spring;
hours do, and dry
Ne'er to be found again.
How delicious is the winning
Bind the sea to slumber stilly,
Love's a fire that needs renewal
GLORIES, pleasures, pomps, delights, and ease,
Can but please