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Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old,

When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones, Forget not in thy book : record their groans

Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient folds
Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rollid

Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moars The vales redoubled to the hills, and they

To Heaven. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow

O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway
The triple Tyrant : that from these may grow
A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way,
Early may fly the Babylonian wo.

ON HIS BLINDNESS.

When I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide,

Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest he, returning, chide;
Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?

I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need

Either man's work, or his own gifts; who best

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best; his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,

And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait.

TO MR. LAWRENCE.*

LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son,

Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire

Help waste a sullen day, what may be won
From the hard season gaining ? time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire
The lily and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,

Of Attic taste, with wine whence we may rise

To hear the lute well touch'd, or artful voice,
Warble immortal notes, and Tuscan air ?

He who of those delights can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.

TO CYRIAC SKINNER. †

CYRIAC, whose grandsire, on the royal bench

Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounc'd, and in his volumes taught, our laws,

Which others at their bar so often wrench;
To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench

In mirth, that after, no repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest, and Archimedes pause,

And what the Swede intends, and what the French: To measure life learn thou betimes, and know

* This Mr. Lawrence was the Son of the President of Cromell's council.

+ Cyriac Skinner was the son of William Skinner, Esqr., and grandson of Sir Vincent Skinner, and his mother was daughter of the famous Lord Chief Justice Coke. Mr. Wood relates that he was one of Harrington's political club, and sometimes held the chair; and further adde, that he was a merchant's son of London, an ingenious young gentleman, and scholar to John Milton.

Tow'rd solid good what leads the nearest way;

For other things mild Heaven a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show,

That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.

TO THE SAME.

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 sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,

Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven'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 over plied

In liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe talks 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 espous'd 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 * This was his second wife, Catharine, the daughter of Captain Woodcock of Hackney, who lived with him not above a year after their marriage, and died in child-bed of a daughter.

Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint,

Purification in th' old Law did save,
And such, as yet once more I trust to have

Full sight of her in Heaven 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 0! as to embrace me she inclin'd,
I wak'd; she fled ; and day brought back my night,

PSALMS.

PSALMI.

[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 seat
Of scorners hath not sat : but in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies, day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted g?ows
By wat'ry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall

prosper

all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in th' assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

PSALMII.

[Done August 8, 1653.]

Terzette.

Way do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations

Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations

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