Streams from Helicon Or, Poems On Various Subjects. In Three Parts. By Alexander Pennecuik ... The Second Edition. Enter'd in Stationer's Hall |
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“Our ancient Records being search'd, 'twas found,
“Their was a Time when all the World was drown'd,
“The Trees were all destroyed by a Flood,
“Only a single Ship of Gophar Wood
“Danc'd on the Waves, and plow'd the liquid Deep,
“Who's Bosom did some living Creatures keep;
“Heav'n's Fountains gushing down, did swell the Seas,
“'Bove the Top Branches of the tallest Trees.
“Invelopt in a dreary Gloom the Sun,
“With Eyes agast, his daily Circuit run;
“Cynthia seem'd from her pale Dominion torn,
“No more the Woods beheld her crescent Horn.
“Bow'd down with Torrents, Trees fell in the Ditch,
“Destruction run swift as a Lapland Witch;
“Loud as the Winds, the weary Sailers rore,
“Hopeless to find an hospitable Shore:
“For th'Earth was sunk with the excessive Potion,
“And all the Trees lay bury'd in the Ocean.
“The poor belated founder'd Skiffs sent Post,
“The Dove to see, if all the Earth was lost,
“If they should always sail, and never find a Coast.
“A tedious Centry, and an Half of Days,
“The Flood prevail'd, so our great Prophet says,
“When Heav'n caus'd it to aswage again,
“And with his Finger, bottled up the Rain:
“Clos'd all th'o'erflowing Cellars of the Deep,
“Order'd the Sea her former Bounds to keep.
“Again, the toiling Seamen send a Spy,
“The faithful Dove, who to the Woods did fly;
“Return'd with Tidings that the Earth was dry.
“That Trees lift up their Heads with vernal Green,
“Lo, in his Mouth an Olive Branch was seen.
“Their was a Time when all the World was drown'd,
“The Trees were all destroyed by a Flood,
“Only a single Ship of Gophar Wood
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“Who's Bosom did some living Creatures keep;
“Heav'n's Fountains gushing down, did swell the Seas,
“'Bove the Top Branches of the tallest Trees.
“Invelopt in a dreary Gloom the Sun,
“With Eyes agast, his daily Circuit run;
“Cynthia seem'd from her pale Dominion torn,
“No more the Woods beheld her crescent Horn.
“Bow'd down with Torrents, Trees fell in the Ditch,
“Destruction run swift as a Lapland Witch;
“Loud as the Winds, the weary Sailers rore,
“Hopeless to find an hospitable Shore:
“For th'Earth was sunk with the excessive Potion,
“And all the Trees lay bury'd in the Ocean.
“The poor belated founder'd Skiffs sent Post,
“The Dove to see, if all the Earth was lost,
“If they should always sail, and never find a Coast.
“A tedious Centry, and an Half of Days,
“The Flood prevail'd, so our great Prophet says,
“When Heav'n caus'd it to aswage again,
“And with his Finger, bottled up the Rain:
“Clos'd all th'o'erflowing Cellars of the Deep,
“Order'd the Sea her former Bounds to keep.
“Again, the toiling Seamen send a Spy,
“The faithful Dove, who to the Woods did fly;
“Return'd with Tidings that the Earth was dry.
“That Trees lift up their Heads with vernal Green,
“Lo, in his Mouth an Olive Branch was seen.
“An aged Oak, who reads the Book of Fate,
“Did the strange Story to the States relate,
“From which they did infer you should be King,
“And we should yet enjoy an Olive Reign.
“Did the strange Story to the States relate,
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“And we should yet enjoy an Olive Reign.
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