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There is a place beyond that flaming hill

Refore this cursed throng goes Ignorance, From whence the stars their thin appearance shed, That needs will lead the way he cannot sec: A place, beyond all place, where never ill, And, after all, Death doth his flag advance, Nor impure thought was ever harboured ;

And in the midst, Strife still would roguing be, But saintly heroes are for ever su'd

Whose ragged flesh and clothes did well agree: To keep an everlasting Sabbath's rest;

And round about, amazed Horrour fies, Still wishing that, of what th' are still possest; And over all, Shame veils his guilty eyes, (lies. Enjoying but one joy, but one of all joys best. And underneath, Hell's hungry throat still yawning Here, when the ruin of that beauteous frame, Upon two stony tables, spread before her, Whose golden building shin’d with every star She lean’d her bosom, more than stony hard, Of excellence, deform'd with age became : There slept th' impartial judge, and strict restorer Mercy, rememb'ring peace in mirist of war, Of wrong, or right, with pain, or with reward, Lift up the music of her voice, to bar,

There hung the score of all our debts, the card Eternal fate; lest it should quite erase (grace, Where good, and bad, and life, and deatb, were

That from the world, which was the first world's painted :
And all again into their (nothing) chaos chase. Was never heart of mortal so untainted,

But when that scroll was read, with thousand ter-
For what had all this all, which man in one
Did not unite? the earth, air, water, fire,

rours fainted. Life, sense, and spirit, nay, the pow'rful throne

Witness the thunder that mount Sinai iveard, Of the divinest essence did retire,

When all the bill with fiery clouds did fame. And his own image into clay inspire:

And wand'ring Israel, with the sight afear'd, So that this creature well might called be

Blinded with seeing, durst not touch the same, Of the great world the small epitomy,

But like a wood of shaking leaves became. of the dead world the live and quick anatomy.

On this dead Justice, she, the living law,

Bowing herself with a majestic awe, But Justice had no sooner Mercy seen

All Heav'n, to hear her speech, did into silence draw. Smoothing the wrinkles of ber father's brow, But up slie starts, and throws herself between;

“ Dread Lord of spirits, well thou didst derise As when a vapour from a moóry slough,

To fling the world's rude dunghill, and the dross Meeting with fresh Eoüs, that but now

Of the old chaos, farthest from the skies, Open'd the world which all in darkness lay,

And thine own seat, that here the child of loss, Doth Heav'n's bright face of his rays disarray,

Of all the lower heav'n, the curse, and cross, And sads the smiling orient of the springing day.

That wretch, beast, captive, monster man, might

spennt, She was a virgin of austere regard :

(Proud of the mire, in which his soul is pen'd) Not as the world esteeins her, deaf and blind; Clodded in lumps of clay, bis weary life to end. But as the eagle, that hath oft compar'd Her eye with Heav'n's, so, and more brightly shin'd

“ His body dust : where grew such cause of pride? Her lamping sight: for she the same could wind His soul, thy image: what could be envy ?) Into the solid heart, and with her ears,

Himself most happy, if he so would bide : The silence of the thought loud speaking bears,


grawn most wretched, who can remedy? And in one hand a pair of even scales she wears.

He slew himself, himself the enemy.

That his own soul wonld her own murder wrcak, No riot of affection revel kept

If I were silent, Heav'n and Earth would speak; Within her breast, but a still apathy Possessed all her soul, which softly slept,

And if all fail'd, these stones would into clamours

break. Securely, without tempest; no sad cry Awakes her pity, but wrong'd poverty,

“ How many darts made furrows in his side, Sending his eyes to Heav'n swimming in tears,

When she, that out of his own side was made, With hideous clamours ever struck her ears,

Gare feathers to their fight? where was the pride Whetting the blazing sword that in her hand she Of their new knowledge ? whither did it fade? bears.

When, running from thy voice into the shade,

He fled thy sight, himself of light berear'd, The winged lightning is her Mercury,

And for his shield a heavy armour weav'd, And round about her mighty thunders sound :

With which, vain man, he thought God's eyes to Impatient of himself lies pining by

hare deceiv'd ? Pale Sickness, with her kercher'd head up wound, And thousand noisome plagues attend her round. " And well he might delude those eyes that see,

But if her cloudy brow but once grow foul, And judge by colours; for who ever saw

The fiints do melt, and rocks to water roll, A man of leaves, a reasonable tree? And airy mountains shake, and frighted shadows But those that from this stock their life did draw, howl.

Soon made their father godly, and by law Famine, and bloodless Gare, and bloody War,

Proclaimed trees almighty : gods of wood, Want, and the want of knowledge how to use

Of stocks, and stones, with crowns of laurel Abundanee, Age, and Fear, that runs afar


[bloo i. Before his fellow Grief, that aye pursues

Templed, and fed by fathers with their children's His winged steps; for who would not refuse “ The sparkling fanes, that burn in beaten gold,

Grief's company, a dull, and raw-bon'd spright, Aad, like the stars of Hear'n in midst of night, That lanks the cheeks, and pales the freshest Black Egypt, as her mirrors, doth behold, sight,

Are but the dens where idol-snakes delight Unhosoming the cheerful breast of all delight? Agaip to cover Satan from their sight;

Yet these are all their gods, to whom they vie Plough through the sea's green fields, and nets The crocodile, the cock, the rat, the fly,

display Fit gods, indeed, for-such men to be served by. To catch the flying winds, and steal away, (prey, The fire, the wind, the sea, the Sun, and Moon,

Coz’ning the greedy sea, pris'ning their nimble The Hitting air, and the swift-winged hours,

“ How often have I seen the waving pine,' . And all the watchmen, that so nimbly run,

Toss'd on a wat'ry mountain, knock his head Anri sentinel about the walled towers

At Heav'n's too patient gates, and with salt brine Of the world's city, in their heavenly bowers.

Quench the Moon's burning horns; and safely fled And, lest their pleasant gods should want delight, From Heaven’s revenge, her passengers, all dead

Neptune spues out the lady Aphrodite,· [light. With stiff astonishment, tumble to Hell? And but in Heav'n proud Juno's peacocks scorn to

How oft the sea all earth would overswell, “ The senseless earth, the serpent, dog, and cat,

Did not thy sandy girdle bind the mighty well? And worse than all these, man, and worst of men

“ Would not the air he fill?d with streams of death, Usurping Jove, and swelling Bacchus fat,

To poison the quick rivers of their blood? And drunk wth the vine's purple blood, and then

Did not thy winds fan, with their panting breath, The fiend himself they conjure from his den,

The fitting region ? would not th' hasty flood Because he only yet remaja'd to be

Empty itself into the sea's wide wood : Worse than the worst of men, they flee from

Didst not thou lead it wand'ring from his way, thee,

[knee. To give men drink, and make his waters stray, And wear his altar-stones out with their pliant To fresh the flow'ry meadows, through whose “ All that be speaks (and all he speaks are lies)

fields they play? Are oracles ; 'tis he (that wounded all)

“ Who makes the sources of the silver fountains Cures all their wounds; he (that put out their eyes) | From the fint's mouth, and rocky vallies slide, That gives them light; he (that death first did call | Thick’ning the airy bowels of the mountains ? loto the world) that with his orisal,

Who hath the wild herds of tle forest ty'd Inspirits earth: he Heav'n's all-seeing eye, In their cold dens, making them hurgry bide

He Earth's great prophet, he, whom rest doth fiy, Till man to rest be laid?'can beastly hè, That on salt billows doth, as pillow.s, sleeping lie. That should have most sense, only senseless be, “ But let him in his cabin restless rest,

And all things else, beside himself, so awful sce? The dungeon of dark flames, and freezing fire, Justice in Heav'n against man makes request

“ Were he not wilder than the savage beast, To God, and of his angels doth require

Prouder than haughty hills, harder than rocks, Sin's punishment: if what I did desire,

Colder than fountains from their springs releast, Or who, or against whom, or wby, or where,

Lighter than air, blinder than senseless stocks, Of, or before whom ignorant I were,

More changing than the river's curling locks: Then should my speech their sands of sins to moun

If reason would not, sense would soon reprove tains rear.

him, “Were not the Heav'ns pure, in whose courts I sue, 'To see cold floods, wild beasts, dull stocks, hard

And unto shame, if not to sorrow move him, The judge, to whom I sue, just to requite him,

stones out-love him. The cause for sin, the punishment most due, Justice herself, the plaintiff to endite him,

“ Under the weight of sin the earth did fall, The angels holy, before whom I cite him, And swallow'd Dathan, and the raging wind,

He against whom, wicked, unjust, impure; And stormy sea, and gaping whale, did call

Then might he sinful live, and die secure, For Jonas : and the air did bullets find, Or trial might escape, or trial might endure. And shot from tleav'n a stony show'r to grind : “ The judge might partial be, and over-pray'd, The five proud kings, that for their idols fought, The place appealid from, in whose courts he sues,

The Sun itself stood still to fight it out, The fault excus'd, or punishment delay'd,

And fire from Heav'n flew down, when sin to Heav'n.. The parties self-accus'd, that did accuse,

did shout. Angels for pardon might their prayers use :

“ Should any to himself for safety fly? But now no star can shine, no hope be got.

The way to save himself, if any were, Mcst wretched creature, if he knew bis lot, (not: Were to fly from himself: should he rely And yet more wretched far, because he knows it Upon the promise of his wife? but there * What should I tell how barren Earth has grown, What can he see, but that he most may fear, All for to starve her children? didst not thou

A Siren, sweet to death? upon his friends ? Water with heav'nly show'rs her womb unsown, Who that he needs, or that he hath not lends? And drop down clods of flow'rs? didst not thou Or wonting aid himself aid to another sends? Thine easy ear unto the ploughman's vow? [bow Long might he look, and look, and long in vain

“His strength ? but dust:-his pleasure? cause of pain Might load his harvest in an empty wain, (grain. His hope? false courtier: youth or beauty? brittle: And beat the woods, to find the poor oak's hungry Entreaty? fond : repentance ? late and vain:

Just recompence? the world were all too little : " The swelling sea seethes in his angry waves, (rish; Thy love? he hath no title to a title : And smites the earth that dares the traitors nou

Hell's force? in vain her furies Hell shall gather: Yet oft his thunder their light cork outbraves,

His servants, kinsmen, or his children father? Mowing the mountains, on whose temples flourish llis child, if good, shall judge; if bad; shall cune Whole woods of garlands; and, their pride to

his father. cherish,


“ His life? that brings him to his end, and leaves

There to importune, and to beg apace His end that leaves him to begin his wo: [him:

One happy favour of thy sacred grace, (face. His goods? what good in that, that so deceives him? To see (what though it lose her eyes?) to see thy His gods of wood ? their feet, alas ! are slow

If any ask why roses please the sight? To go to help, that must be help'd to go :

Because their leaves upon thy cheeks do bow'r: Honour, great worth ? ah! little worth they be

If any ask why lilies are so white? Unto their owners: wit? that makes him see

Because their blossoms in thy hand do flow'r: He wanted wit, that thought he had it, wanting Or why sweet plants so grateful odours show'r? thee.

It is because thy breath so like they be: “ The sea to drink him quick? that casts his dead : Or why the orient Sun so bright we see? (thee? Angels to spare ? they punish: night to hide ? What reason can we give, but from thine eyes, and The world shall burn in light: the Heav'ns to spread Roz'd all in lively crimson are thy cheeks, Their wings to save him? Heav'n itself shall slide,

Where beauties indeflourishing abide,
And roll away like melting stars that glide

And, as to pass his fellow either seeks,
Along their oily threads : his mind pursues him :
His house to shroud, or hills to fall, and bruise Seems both to blush at one another's pride :

*And on thine eyelids, waiting thee beside,

Ten thousand Graces sit, and when they move As serjeants both attach, and witnesses accuse him.

To Earth their amorous belgards from above, “ What need I urge what they must needs confess? They fy from Heav'n, and on their wings convey Sentence on them, condemn’d by their own lust;

thy love. I crave no more, and thou can't give no less, Than death to dead men, justice to unjust ;

And of discolour'd plumes their wings are made, Shame to most shameful, and most shameless dust:

And with so wond'rous art the quills are wrought, But if thy mercy needs will spare her friends,

That whensoever they cut the airy glade, Let mercy there begin, where justice ends.

The wind into their hollow pipes is caught: 'Tis cruel mercy, that the wrong from right defends." | As seems, the spheres with them they down have

Like to the seven-fold reed of Arcady, [brought: She ended, and the heav'nly hierarchies,

Which Pan of Syrinx made, when she did ay Burning in zeal, thickly imbranded were ;

To Ladon sands, and at his sighs sung merrily. Like to an army that alarum cries,

As melting honey dropping from the comb, And every one shakes his ydreaded spear,

So still the words, that spring between thy lips, And the Almighty's self, as he would tear

Thy lips, where smiling sweetness keeps her bome, The Earth, and her firm basis quite in sunder,

And heav'nly eloquence pure manna sips. Flam'd all in just revenge, and mighty thunder: He that bis pen but in that fountain dips, Heav'n stole itself from Earth by ciouds that moist

How nimbly will the golden phrases iy, en's under.

And shed forth streams of choicest rhetory, As when the cheerful Sun, elamping wide, Wailing celestial torrents out of poesy? Glads all the world with his uprising ray, And woos the widow'd Earth afresh to pride,

Like as the thirsty land, in summer's heat, And paints her bosom with the flow'ry May,

Calls to the clouds, and gapes at every show'r, His silent sister steals him quite away,

As though her hungry cliffs all heav'n would eat; Wrapt in a sable cloud, from mortal eyes,

Which if high God unto her bosom pour, The hasty stars at noon begin to rise,

Though much refresh'd, yet more she could devour: And headlong to his early roost the sparrow flies:

So hang the greedy ears of angels sweet,

And every breath a thousand Cupids meet, But soon as he again dishadowed is,

Some fying in, some out, and all about her feet. Restoring the blind world his blemish'd sight, Upon her breast Delight doth softly sleep, As though another day were newly his,

And of Eternal Joy is brought abed ; The coz ned birds busily take their flight,

Those snowy mountlets, thorough which do creep And wonder at the shortness of the night:

The milky rivers, that are inly bred So Mercy once again herself displays

In silver cisterns, and themselves do shed Out from her sister's cloud, and open lays

To weary travellers, in heat of day, Those sunshine looks, whose beams would dim a

To quench their fiery thirst, and to allay thousand days.

With dropping nectar floods, the fury of their way. How may a worm, that crawls along the dust,

If any wander, thou dost call him back: Clamber the azure mountains, thrown so higb,

If any be not forward, thou incit'st him : And fetch from thence thy fair idea just,

Thou dost expect, if any should grow slack : That in those sunny courts doth hidden lie, Cloth'd with such light, as blinds the angels' eye'Or if he do offend thee, thou acquitt'st him :

If any seem but willing, thou invit'st bim : How may weak mortal ever hope to fill

Thou find'st the lost, and follow'st him that fies, His unsmooth tongue, and his deprostrate style?

Healing the sick, and quick’ning him that dies : 0, raise thou from his corse thy now entomb'd Thou art the lame man's friendly staff, the blind

exile : One touch would rouse me from my sluggish herse, So fair thou art, that all would thee behold; One word would call me to my wished home, One look would polish my amicted verse,

But none can thee behold, thou art so fair :

[lome, Pardon, O) pardon then thy vassal bold, One thought would steal my soul from her thick That with poor shadows strives thee to compare, And force it wand'ring up to Heav'n to come, And match the things which he knows matchleware.

man's eyes.

O thou-vile mirrour of celestial grace,

The heav'nly veil, that else should nimbly move; How can frail colours pourtray out thy face, Porgot his flight, and all incens'd with love, Orpaint in flesh thy beauty, in such semblance base? With wonder, and amazement, did her beauty

prove. Her upper garment was a silken lawn, With needle-work richly emb:oidered ;

Over her hung a canopy of state, Which she herself with her own hand had drawn,

Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold, And all the world thereịn had pourtrayed,

But of a substance, though not animate, With threads so fresh and lively coloured,

Yet of a heav'nly and spiritual mould, That seem'd the world she new created there;

That only eyes of spirits might behold: And the mistaken eye wonld rashly swear

Such light as from main rocks of diamond, The sitken trees did grow, and the beasts living were. And little angels, holding hands, danc'd all around.

Shooting their sparks at Phoebus, would rebound: Low at her feet the Earth was cast alone (As though to kiss her foot it did aspire,

Seemed those little spirits, through nimbles bold, And gave itself for her to tread upon)

The stately canopy bore on their wings; With so uplike and different attire,

But them itself, as pendants did uphold, That every one that saw it, did admire

Besides the crowns of many famous kings : What it might be, was of so various hue;

Among the rest, there David ever sings : (lays For to itself it oft so diverse grew, (new.

And now, with years grown young, renews his That still it seem'd the same, and still it secm'd

Unto his golden harp, and ditties plays, (praise.

Psalming aloud in well-tun'd songs his Maker's And here and there few men she scattered, (That in their thought the world esteem bút small, Thou self-idea of all joys to come, And themselves great) but she with one fine thread Whose love is such, would enake the rudest speak, So short, and small, and slender wove them all,

Whose love is such, would make the wisest dumb; That like a sort of busy ants that crawl

O when wilt thou thy too long silence break, About some mole-hill, so they wandered ;

And overcome the strong to save the wcak! And round about the waving sea was shed :

If thou no weapons hast, thine eyes will wound But for the silver sands, small pearls were sprinkled.

Th' Almighty's self, that now stick on the ground,

[impound. So curiously the underwork did creep,

As though some blessed object there did them And curling circlets so well shadowed lay,

Ah, miserable object of disgrace, That afar off the waters seem'd to sleep ;

What happiness is in thy misery! But those that near the margin pearl did play,

I both must pity, and envy thy case ; Hoarsely enwaved were with hasty sway,

Por she, that is the glory of the sky, As though they meant to rock the gentle ear,

Leaves Heaven blind to fix on thee her eye: And hush the former that enslumber'd were :

Yet her (though Mercy's self esteems not small) And here a dangerous rock the flying ships did fear.

The world despis'd, they her Repentance call, High in the airy element there hung

And she herself despises, and the world, and all. Another cloudy sea, that did disdain

Deeply, alas ! empassioned she stood, ( As though bis purer waves from Heaven sprung) To see a flaming brand toss'd up from Hell, 'To crawl on Earth, as doth the sluggish main : Boiling her heart in her own lustful blood, But it the Earth would water with his rain, (would, That oft for torment she would loudly yell,

That ebb’d, and flow'd, as wind, and season Now she would sighing sit, and now she fell

And oft tbe Sun would cleave the limber mould Crouching upon the ground, in sackcloth trust: To alabaster rocks, that in the liquid rollid.

Early and late she pray'd ; and fast she must ;

And all her hair hung full of ashes, and of dust. Beneath those sunny banks, a darker cloud, Dropping with thicker dew, did melt apace, Of all most hated, -yet hated most of all And bent itself into a hollow shroud :

Of her own self she was ; disconsolate On wbich, if Mercy did but cast her face,

(As though her flesh did but infuneral A thousand colours did the bow enchace,

Her buried ghost) she in an harbour sat That wonder was to see the silk distain'd Of thorny briar, weeping her cursed state :

With the resplendence from her beauty gain'd, And her before a hasty river fled, And Iris paint her locks with beams, so lively Which her blind eyes with faithful penance fed, feign'd.

And all about, the grass with tears hung down his

head. About her head a cypress heav'n she wore, Spread like a veil, upheld with silver wire, Her eyes, though blind abroad, at home kept fast, In which the stars so burnt in golden ore,

Inwards they turn'd, and look'd into her head, As seem'd the azure web was all on fire :

At which she often started, as aghast, But hastily, to quench their sparkling ire, To see so fearful spectacles of dread; A flood of milk came rolling up the shore,

And with one hand her breast she martyred, That on his curded waye swift Argus wore,'. Wounding her heart, the same to mortify, And the immortal swan, that did her life deplore. The other a fair damsel held ber by:

Which if but once let go, she sunk immediately. Yet strange it was, so many stars to see ,

But Faith was quick, and nimble as the Heav'n, Without a sun, to give their tapers light :

As if of love and life she all had been : Yet strange it was not that it so should be:

And though of present sight her sense were rear'n, For, where the Sun centres himself by right,

Yet she could see the things could not be seen. Her face, and locks, did flame, that at the sight,

Beyond the stars, as nothing were between, VOL. VI.


She fix'd her sight, disdaining things below : Too hardy soul, with sin the field to try :

Into the sea she could a mountain throw, (flow. The only way to conquer, was to fly; And make the Sun to stand, and waters backwards But thus long death hath liv'd, and now death's

self shall die. Such when as Mercy her beheld from high, In a dark valley, drown'd with her own tears,

“ fle is a path, if any be misled; One of her Grares she sent hastily,

He is a robe, if any naked be; Siniliug Eyrene, that a garland wears

If any chancu to hunger, he is bread; Of guilded olive on her fairer hairs,

If any be a bondman, he is free ; To crown the fainting soul's true sacrifice:

If any be but weak, how strong is he? Whoin when as sad Repentance coming spies,

To dead men life he is, to sick men health : The holy desperado wip'd her swollen eyes.

To blind men sight, and to the needy wealth;

A pleasure without loss, a treasure without sicalth. But Mercy felt a kind remorse to run

“ Who can forget, never to be forgot, Through her soft veins, and therefore hying fast

The time, that all the world in slumber lies : To give an end to silence, thus begun :

When, like the stars, the singing angels shot Aye honour'd father, if no joy thou hast

To Earth, and Ileav'n awaked all his eyes, But to reward desert, reward at last

To see another Sun at midnight rise The devil's voice, spoke with a serpent's tongue,

On Earth? was never sight of peril fame : Fit to hiss out the words so deadly stuing, [sung. And let him die, death's bitter charms so sweetly But God himself now like a mortal man became

For God before, man like himself did frame, “ He was the father of that hopeless season, " A child he was, and had not learn'd to speak, That, to serve other gods, forgot their own. That with his word the world before did make : The reason was, thou wast above their reason. His mother's arms him bore, he was so weak, They would have other gods, rather than none, That with one hand the vaults of Heav'n could A beastly serpent, or a senseless stone :

shake. And these, as Justice hates, so I deplore. See how small room my infant Lord doth take, But the up-ploughed heart, all rent and tore, Whom all the world is not enough to hold. Though wounded by itself, I gladly would restore.

Who of his years, or of his age bath told? “ He was but dust ; why fear'd he not to fall? Never such age so young, never a child so old. And being fall'n, how can he hope to lives “ And yet but newly he was infanted, Cannot the hand destroy bini, that made all ? And yet already he was sought to die; Could he not take away as well as give?

Yet scarcely born, already banished; Should man deprave, and shonld not God deprive ? Not able yet to go, and forc'd to fy:

Was it not all the world's deceiving spirit, But scarcely fied away, when by and by,

(That, bladder'd up with pride of his own merit, The tyrant's sword with blood is all defild, Fell in his rise) that him of Heav'n did disinherit? And Rachel, for her sons with fury wild,

Cries, 'O thou cruel king, and my sweetest child!! “ He was buitelust: how could he stand before him? And being fall'u, why should he fear to die?

“ Egypt bis nurse became, where Nilus springs, Cannot the hand that made bim first restore hiun? Who straight, to entertain the rising Sun, Deprard of sin, shonld he deprived lie

The lasty barvest in his bosom brings; Of grace ? cao he not find infimunity, (saking,

But now for drought the fields were all undone,

And now with waters all is overrun : (snow, That gave him strength ? unworthy the forHe is, who ever weighs, without mistaking,

So fast the Cynthian mountains pour'd their Or maker of the man, or manner of his inaking.

When once they felt the Sun so near them glow,

That Nilus Hyypt lost, and to a sea did grow. “ Who shall thy temple incense any more ; “ The angels carollid loud their song of peace, Or to thy altar crown the sacritice;

The cursed oracles were struckou dumb, Or strew with idle flow'rs the hallow'd noor?

To see their Shepherd, the pour shepherds press, Or what should prayer deck with herbs, and spice, To see their King, the kingly sophies come, Her vials, breathing orisons of price?

And them to guide unto his Master's home,
If all must pay that which all cannot pay,

A star comes dancing up the orient,
O first begin with me, and Mercy slay, (stray.
And thy thrice honour'd Son, that now beneath Joth

That springs for joy over the strawy tent,

Where gold, to make their prince a crown, they " But if or he, or I may live, and speak,

all present. And Heav'n can joy to see a sinner weep;

“Young John, glad child, before he could be bora, Oh! let not Justice' iron sceptre break

Leapt in the womb, his joy to prophesy : A heart already broke, that low doth creep, Old Anna, though with age all spent and worn, And with prone humbless her feet's dust doth Proclaims her Saviour to posterity : sweep

And Simeon fast his dying notes doth ply. Must all go by desert? is nothing free?

Oh, how the blessed souls about him trace ! Ah! if but those that only worthy be, (see. It is the fire of Heav'n thou dost embrace: None should thee ever see, none should thee ever Sing Simeon, sing, sing Simeon, sing apacu. " What bath man done, that man shall not undo, With that the mighty thunder dropt away Since God to him is grown so near a-kin?

Froin God's unwary arm, now inilder grown, Did his foe slay him? he shall slay his fue : And melted into tears; as if to pray Hath he lost all? he all again shall win :

For pardon, and for pity, it had known, lo sin his master? he shall master sin :

That should bave been for sacred vengeance thrown:

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