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TO THE SAME.
CYRIAC, this three years day these eyes, though
To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot.; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun. or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, Friend, t have lost them over ply'd 10
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.
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 childbed taint Purification in the old law did save,
And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint, 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 So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O, as to embrace me she inclin❜d,
Iwak'd; she fled; and day brought back my night.
Done into verse, 1653.
BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just, 15
Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti.
WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
I will declare: the Lord to me bath said,
Th' heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full
With iron sceptre bruis'd, and them disperse
August 9, 1653.
When he fled from Absalom.
LORD, how many are my foes!
That in arms against me rise!
That of my life distrustfully thus say; ~
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,"
Th' exalter of my head I count :
Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd,
Was the Lord. Of many millions
I fear not, though, encamping round about,
Hast smote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd
August 10, 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
And set at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.
Great ones, how long will ye
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from tile
Thy blessing on thy people flows.
My glory have in scorn?
How long be thus forborne
To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?
Yet know the Lord hath chose,
The good and meek of heart;
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice, what time to him I ery.
Be aw'd, and do not sin;
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
On us lift up the light,
Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright.
Me safe where'er I lie;
As in a rocky cell
Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak'st me dwell.
Into my heart more joy
Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth over-cloy,
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.
Both lay me down and sleep;
For thou alone dost keep
August 12, 1653.
JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh;
The voice of my complaining hear,
Shalt in the morning hear;
I' th' morning i to thee with choice
Will rank my pray'rs, and watch till thou appear.