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Upon a Thanksgiving day for a Victory.
True Victory, on Fames wings taught
To fly aloft,
So covers all the Plash
Or Stream wherein her falser tydings wash,
That none of them more rise,
Upon our Faiths to Tyrannise,
But put to plunge what shift to trie,
Shunning the Hawks pounce, meet the Pole, so die.
To fly aloft,
So covers all the Plash
Or Stream wherein her falser tydings wash,
That none of them more rise,
Upon our Faiths to Tyrannise,
But put to plunge what shift to trie,
Shunning the Hawks pounce, meet the Pole, so die.
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Now as In Aqueducts, the source
Must guide the Course,
And to the same degree,
Heighthen the reach of its humiditie;
So 'tis but just and even,
That Benisons sent down from heaven,
Should thither rise again in praise,
And fill each Kalendar with Holidayes.
Must guide the Course,
And to the same degree,
Heighthen the reach of its humiditie;
So 'tis but just and even,
That Benisons sent down from heaven,
Should thither rise again in praise,
And fill each Kalendar with Holidayes.
Not such as wont make red-Ink dear,
Charging the year
In memory, t'express
This or that Man's a Saint, could go no less.
But by duties t'show
Our Thanfulness, and what we owe;
As from that Place alone we can
Conclude our spring of Blessings first began.
Charging the year
In memory, t'express
This or that Man's a Saint, could go no less.
But by duties t'show
Our Thanfulness, and what we owe;
As from that Place alone we can
Conclude our spring of Blessings first began.
Thus whilst for praise we set apart
Both Day and heart,
And sweetly doe embrace
Gods mercies meeting in his holy place;
'Thout question He'l go on
To perfect the Conclusion,
And crown the Conquest farther, so
That that ne'r more be our friend, He deems foe.
Both Day and heart,
And sweetly doe embrace
Gods mercies meeting in his holy place;
'Thout question He'l go on
To perfect the Conclusion,
And crown the Conquest farther, so
That that ne'r more be our friend, He deems foe.
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