21 Who did the solid earth ordain To rise above the watery plain ; For his, etc. 25 Who, by his all-commanding might, Did fill the new-made world with light; For his, etc. And caused the golden-tressèd sun 30 All the day long his course to run; For his, etc. 35 The horned moon to shine by night, He, with his thunder-clasping hand, 41 And in despite of Pharaoh fell He brought from thence his Israël; 45 The ruddy waves he cleft in twain For his, etc. The floods stood still like walls of glass, 50 While the Hebrew bands did pass ; For his, etc. 55 But full soon they did devour His chosen people he did bless 61 In bloody battle he brought down Kings of prowess and renown; For his, etc. 65 He foiled bold Seon and his host, That ruled the Amorrean coast; For his, etc. And large-limbed Og he did subdue, o With all his over-hardy crew; 75 For his, etc. And to his servant Israël He gave their land therein to dwell; For his, etc. He hath with a piteous eye For his, etc. Sr And freed us from the slavery Of the invading enemy; For his, etc. 85 All living creatures he doth feed, And with full hand supplies their need; Let us therefore warble forth 90 His mighty majesty and worth; That his mansion hath on high 95 For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure. ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT, DYING O OF A COUGH. ANNO ÆTATIS XVII. (1626.) I. 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; 5 For he, being amorous on that lovely dye That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss, But killed, alas! and then bewailed his fatal b II. For since grim Aquilo, his charioteer, Which 'mongst the wanton gods a foul reproach was III. 15 So mounting up in icy-pearlèd car, 20 Through middle empire of the freezing air But all unwares, with his cold-kind embrace, IV. Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate; For so Apollo, with unweeting hand, Whilom did slay his dearly-loved mate, 25 Young Hyacinth born on Eurotas' strand, Young Hyacinth the pride of Spartan land; But then transformed him to a purple flower ; k! that so to change thee Winter had no power! V. Yet can I not persuade me thou art dead, 30 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 35 Above mortality, that showed 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, 40 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 ruined roof Of sheeny Heaven, and thou some goddes |