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2.8.9. bromwell die a lept, 5, 1658.
TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL.
May 16, 1652.
Propagation of the Gospel.
CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough’d,
And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud, sest 1,1657.
To conquer still; Peace hath her victories
No less renown'd than War; new foes arise,
Help us to save free conscience
TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER.
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
Both spiritual power and civil, what each means,
What severs each, thou hast learn'd, which few have done. The bounds of either sword to thee we owe:
Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans
ON HIS BLINDNESS.
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide;
I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent
Either man's work, or his own gifts; who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT.
(1655.) AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;
When all our fathers worshipt stocks and stones
Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
l. 10- referring to the Proverb, the blood of the martyre in
The area of the church
TO CYRIACK SKINNER.
The vales redoubl’d to the hills, and they
To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow
O'er all th’ Italian fields, where still doth sway
A hundredfold, who having learnt thy way,
TO CYRIACK SKINNER, UPON HIS BLINDNESS.
To outward view of blemish or of spot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Against Heav'ns hand or will, nor bate one jot
Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? Couciou--The conscience, friend, to have lost them overpli’d 10 hesh
In liberty's defence, my noble task,
This thought might lead me through this world's vain mask,
ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.
(Feb. 1658 ?)
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Rescu'd from Death by force, though pale and faint.
Purification in the old law did save,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind :
Her face was veil'd; yet to my fancied sight,
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd
But O as to embrace me she inclind,
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and carries fire sword in the valley of Piedmont.