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Poems on Several Occasions

With Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII. An Epistle. By Mrs. Elizabeth Tollet. The Second Edition
  

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ODE on Psalm CXXX.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

ODE on Psalm CXXX.

I.

From the profound Abyss below
Beneath the vaulted Base of Earth,
Beneath where Vegetables take their Birth,
Beneath where Gems and rip'ning Metals glow:
Beneath those Caverns which abide
Th' incessant Pressure of the rolling Tide,
Beneath the Magazines which keep
Th' exhaustless Treasures of the watry Deep;
I raise my humble Voice, and try,
Tho' I so low and he so high,
To reach the starry Mansions of the Deity,

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II.

My humble Voice with mild Attention hear!
I see, I see the dreadful Day,
What mortal Eye the View can bear?
When Justice, rob'd in terrible Array,
Shall all the World to thy Tribunal call:
When Men shall seek their guilty Heads to hide
Crush'd by the Mountain's mould'ring Side;
Or bury'd in the Ruins of the universal Ball.
Till Mercy from the Sky descends;
Divinest Attribute of Power!
In Air the flaming Sword suspends;
And bids it rage no more, no more devour.
Divinest Attribute! which does maintain
The sacred Awe of thy eternal Reign.

III.

My Soul secure attends the Lord;
Repos'd on his irrevocable Word:
With early Hymns she wakes the rising Day;
With earlier Vigilance than they
Who from the Turret watch the dawning Light,
Emerging from the Shades of Night.
Ye Sons of Israel! ye who trace
Your hallow'd Lineage from the Patriarch's Race!
With stedfast Hope your gracious Lord adore:
For know, that in the inexhausted Store
Of certain Fate, your great Redeemer lies.
When future Time and certain Fate
The destin'd Period shall complete,
Himself the Lord, shall this Redeemer rise.

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No Triumphs equal to the Deed,
Tho' from Ægyptian Bondage reed,
Can be compar'd to what remain;
When he of Guilt shall break the Chain,
And give us Liberty again.