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Toward solid good what leads the nearest way; For other things mild Heav'n a time ordainsr And disapproves that care, though wife in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God fends a chearful hour, refrains.

XXII.

To the fame.

Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, though clear-
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear

Of fun, or moon, or star throughout the year, 5
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, to'have lost them overIn liberty's defence, my noble task, ply'd

Of which all Europe talks from side to side, (mask 'This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain

Content though blind, had I no better guide.

XXIII.

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, tho' pale and faint.

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Mine, as whom wafli'd from spot of child-bed taint 5
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 10
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person siiin'd

So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me she inclin'd,

I wak'd, flie fled, and day brought back my night.

PSALMS.

P S A L. I. Done into verse, 1653.

BLess'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i'th'way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the feat
Of scorners hath not fat. But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight, 5

And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand fliall prosper all. 10
Not so the wicked, but as chasf which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked sliall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,

Nor Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.

For the Lord knows th'upright way of the just, 15

And the way of bad men to ruin must.

P S A L. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Ferzette.

WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Muse a vain thing, the kings of th'earth upWithpow'r.andprinces in theircongregations (stand Lay deep their plots together through each land

Against the Lord and his Messiah dear? 5

Let us break off, fay they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,

Their twisted cords: HewhoinHeav'ndoth dwell

Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell 10

And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith he,

Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion, my holy' hill. A firm decree

I will declare; the Lord to me hath said,

Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee 15

This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;

As thy possession I on thee bestow

Th' Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thoubringfulllow

With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse 20

Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
And now be wise at length ye Kings averse,

Be taught ye Judges of the earth; with fear

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Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son lest he appear 25 In anger and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take sire like fuel fere. Happy all those who have him in their stay.

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Absalom.

LORD how many are my foes!
How many those
That in arms against me rife!
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus fay, 5

No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield, my glory
Thee through my story
Th' exalter of my head I count;

Aloud I cry'd 10

Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and flept, I wak'd again,
For my sustain
Was the Lord. Of many millions 15

The populous rout
I fear not, though incamping round about
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rife, Lord, save me my God, for thou

Hast smote ere now 20

On On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.

P S A L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

ANSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness,
In straits and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall
And set at large; now spare, 5

Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.
Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn

Still to love vanity, 10

To love, to seek, to prize

Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself apart,

The good and meek of heart 15

(For whom to choose he knows)
Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Be aw'd, and do not sin,

Speak to your hearts alone, 20

Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.

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