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Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied
In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain
mask Content though blind, had I no better guide.
XVIII. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE. METHOUGHT 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 force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint
Purification in the old law did save,
Full sight of her in heaven without restraint,
Her face was veil’d, yet to my fancied sight
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined
But oh, as to embrace me she inclined,
PSALM I. DONE INTO VERSE, 1653.
PSALM II. DONE AUG. 8, 1653. TERZETTI. Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Their twisted cords. He, who in heaven doth dwell,
Shall laugh ; the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and, in his fell And fierce ire, trouble them. But I, saith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)
On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare; the Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made ;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen ; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse,
Like to a potter's vessel, shiver'd so.
Be taught, ye judges of the earth ; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he appear
In anger, and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay.
PSALM III. AUG. 9, 1653.
WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM.
LORD, how many are my foes!
How many those
Many are they
Thee through my story
Aloud I cried
For my sustain
The populous rout
Hast smote ere now
Of men abhorr'd
In straits and in distress
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?
Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry.
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright.
With vast increase, their corn and wine abounds.
Thou, Lord, alone in safety makest me dwell.
PSALM V. AUG. 12, 1653.
My meditation weigh,
Shalt in the morning hear,
For thou art not a God that takes
In wickedness delight;
Thou hatest; and them unblest
Thy numerous mercies, go
Lead me, because of those
No word is firm or sooth;
By their own counsels quell’d;
Their joy, while thou from blame
To bless the just man still,
PSALM VI. AUG. 13, 1653. Lord, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct ;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
Are troubled, yea, my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness' sake : For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea ; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
l' the midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart, all ye that work iniquity,