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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.
Hen I consider how my light is spent
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,
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
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her
But () as to embrace me she inclin’d,
Psalm 1. Done into verse, 1653.
Bless's is the man who hath not walk'd astray
But in the great
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