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A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.

• This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son
After long toil their liberty had won,

And pass'd from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's 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-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint host that hath received the foil.
The high huge-bellied mountains skip like rams
Amongst their ewes, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? and why skipp'd the mountains?
Why turned Jordan toward his crystal fountains?
Shake, Earth, and at the presence be agast

Of Him that ever was and aye shall last,
That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

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PSALM CXXXVI.

LET us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;
For his, etc.

O let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell;
For his, etc.

Who with his miracles doth make
Amazèd heaven and earth to shake;
For his, etc.

Who by his wisdom did create

The painted heavens so full of state;
For his, etc.

Who did the solid earth ordain

To rise above the watery plain ;
For his, etc.

Who, by his all-commanding might,
Did fill the new-made world with light;
For his, etc.

And caused the golden-tressed sun
All the day long his course to run;
For his, etc.

The horned moon to shine by night
Amongst her spangled sisters bright;
For his, etc.

He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land;
For his, etc.

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And, in despite of Pharao fell,

He brought from thence his Israel;
For his, etc.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain

Of the Erythræan main;

For his, etc.

The floods stood still, like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass;
For his, etc.

But full soon they did devour
The tawny king with all his power;
For his, etc.

His chosen people he did bless
In the wasteful wilderness;
For his, etc.

In bloody battle he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown;
For his, etc.

He foil'd bold Seon and his host,
That ruled the Amorrean coast;
For his, etc.

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

For his, etc.

And to his servant Israel

He gave their land, therein to dwell;
For his, etc.

He hath, with a piteous eye,

Beheld us in our misery;

For his, etc.

And freed us from the slavery

Of the invading enemy;

For his, etc.

All living creatures he doth feed,

And with full hand supplies their need;

For his, etc.

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Let us, therefore, warble forth
His mighty majesty and worth;
For his, etc.

That his mansion hath on high,
Above the reach of mortal eye;
For his mercies aye endure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.

ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A COUGH.

Anno ætatis 17.
I.

O FAIREST flower, no sooner blown but blasted,
Soft silken primrose fading timelessly,

Summer's chief honour, if thou hadst outlasted
Bleak Winter's force that made thy blossom dry;
For he, being amorous on that lovely dye

That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss,
But kill'd, alas! and then bewail'd his fatal bliss.

II.

For, since grim Aquilo, his charioter,

By boisterous rape the Athenian damsel got,
He thought it touch'd his deity full near,
If likewise he some fair one wedded not,
Thereby to wipe away the infamous blot

Of long-uncoupled bed and childless eld,

Which 'mongst the wanton gods a foul reproach was held.

III.

So, mounting up in icy-pearled car,

Through middle empire of the freezing air

He wander'd long, till thee he spied from far;
There ended was his quest, there ceased his care:
Down he descended from his snow-soft chair,
But, all unwares, with his cold-kind embrace,
Unhoused thy virgin soul from her fair biding-place.

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IV.

Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;
For so Apollo, with unweeting hand,
Whilom did slay his dearly-lovèd mate,
Young Hyacinth, born on Eurotas' strand,
Young Hyacinth, the pride of Spartan land;
But then transform'd him to a purple flower:

Alack, that so to change thee Winter had no power!

V.

Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead,

Or that thy corse corrupts in earth's dark womb,
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed,
Hid from the world in a low-delvèd tomb;
Could Heaven, for pity, thee so strictly doom?
Oh no! for something in thy face did shine
Above mortality, that shew'd thou wast divine.

VI.

Resolve me, then, O Soul most surely blest
(If so it be that thou these plaints dost hear)!
Tell me, bright Spirit, where'er thou hoverest,
Whether above that high first-moving sphere,
Or in the Elysian fields (if such there were),
Oh, say me true if thou wert mortal wight,
And why from us so quickly thou didst take thy flight.

VII.

Wert thou some star, which from the ruin'd roof

Of shaked Olympus by mischance didst fall;
Which careful Jove in nature's true behoof
Took up, and in fit place did reinstall?
Or did of late Earth's sons besiege the wall
Of sheeny Heaven, and thou some goddess fled
Amongst us here below to hide thy nectar'd head?

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