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To Heav'n. Their martyrd blood and ashes sow

O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant ; that from these may grow

A hundred fold, who having learn’d thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe.

XIX. On his Blindness.

Whe

Hen I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide

And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest he returning chide ;

Doth God exact day-labor, light deny'd, I fondly ask? but patience to prevent

That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts ; who best

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best : his

Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, [state And post o'er land and ocean without rest ;

They also serve who only stand and wait,

XX. To Mr. Lawrence.

LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son,

Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, · Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining ? time will run

On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire

The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.

What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise

To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air ?

He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.

XXI. To Cyriac Skinner. CYRIAC, whose grandsire on the royal bench

Of British Themis, with no mean applause

Pronounc'd and in his volumes taught our laws, Which others at their bar so often wrench; To day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench

In mirth, that after no repenting draws ;

Let Euclid rest and Archimedes pause, And what the Swede intends, and what the French.

To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Tow’ard solid good what leads the nearest way ;

For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that caré, though wise in show: That with superfluous burdenloads the day,

And when God sends a cheerful hour refrains.

XXII. To the same.

Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, tho'clear,

To outward view, of blemish or of spot,

Bereft of light their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idol orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year,

Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not

Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer (ask :

Right onward. What supports me ? dost thou The conscience, Friend, to' have lost them over

In Liberty's defence, my noble task, [ply'd Of which all Europe talks from side to side. (mask

This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain Content though blind, had I no better guide.

XXIII. On his deceased Wife. Meruought I saw my late espoused saint

Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,

Whom Jove's great son to-her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by førtes though pale and faint. Mine, as whom wash.d from.spot.of child-bed taint

Purification in the old law did save,

And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint,

Came vested all ia white, pure'as her mind : Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight

person shin'd

Love, sweetness, goodness, in her
So clear, as in no face with more delight.

But () as to embrace me she inclin’d,
I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. 14

Psalm 1. Done into verse, 1653.

Bless's is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' th’ way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat.

But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in the season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wick’d, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wick'd shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in th' assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th’ upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

Psalm 11. Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzette. Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations

Muse a vain thing, the kings of thi’ earth upstand With power, and princes in their congregations

Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?

Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast froin us, no more to wear

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