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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Six Days the new born World had seen the Sun,
When God review'd the wondrous Works he'd done;
The young Creation he beheld with Joy,
But Man was wanting yet, the great Vice-Roy:
God gives him Being, and imperial Sway,
He stamps his Image on the living Clay;
To Man an high Immortal Soul is given,
Capable of Intelligence with Heaven.
In Eden's Courts, th'Almighty's depute King
In Honour and in Innocence did reign;
The Vassal Brutes with Acclamations meet
Their Monarch, and pay Homage at his Feet:
Freely commanded all his Eyes did see,
Except a single Sacramental Tree.
Touch not its Fruit, you dy if this you do,
Was the Reddendo of th'Almighty's Feu:
But Heaven's Friend and Favorite did rebel,
From Grandeur, and from sweet Communion fell,
Sunk with his Sin and Guilt, became an Heir of Hell.
'Mongst Bushes sneakes, to hide his blushing Face,
At once he forfeit Paradise and Grace,
Destroy'd himself and all his unborn Race.
Expell'd th'Elysium he enjoy'd before,
Whilst armed Cherubims defend the Door,
Poor fall'n Adam must return no more.
He from delicious Arbors posts away,
Where Summer dwells, and every Month is May:
No more God's blooming Garden doth he tread,
Flowers hang their withered Heads, their Master's fled
The Morning Lark awakes with piteous Moan,
The lovely Empire's sunk, her Monarch's gone;
And th'Evening Philomel laments the vacant Throne.
With mournful Ditties, sing's the drooping Thrush,
And tragick Threnes are heard from every Bush;
Complaining Notes tell all the Quire's oppress'd,
Thy solemn Dirgies sing with throbing Breast.
The Nightinagle forgets to build her Nest,
With melancholy Murmurs Rivers flow,
They chide their Banks, and pebbles as they go.
Waves roll with double Force, and haste away,
To bury Grief and Sorrow in the Sea.
Fair Eva visites not the chrystal Brook,
The chrystal Glass no more returns her Look.
The watery Mirrour shews no more her Face,
Like Angels, full of Majesty and Grace;
Ah, Now its stain'd with Sin and black with deep Disgrace.
Winds whistle thro' the leaves their angry Breath;
All Nature's pregnant with the Signs of Wrath.
No more the simples Smile; the myrtle Shade,
Where the dear happy Lovers took their Bed,
Seems now alone for sighing Sinners made.
The fatal Fruit hath pull'd the Monarch down,
Satan triumphs for Adam's lost the Crown;
He cannot look to God, nor bear his angry Frown.
Ah, must he dy! Can no Relief be found?
Yes, Mercy comes to heal the bleeding Wound;
Free Grace and Love ope' up a glorious Scene,
God's reconcil'd, and Man's restor'd again.
Adam is Victor, Satan quits the Field,
Lo there's a Promise, made, a Christ reveald;
From all Eternity it was decreed,
Th'Elect's be saved by the Woman's Seed,
A Saviour shall be born to bruise the Serpents Head.
Mary's Conception in appointed Time,
Fully atone for Mother Eva's Crime:
The flaming Sword, which Seraphs did command,
Shines in a glorious Mediator's Hand:
Th'Angel of the Cov'nant saves from Sin,
Opens Heavens Gates, and leads Believers in.
When God review'd the wondrous Works he'd done;
The young Creation he beheld with Joy,
But Man was wanting yet, the great Vice-Roy:
God gives him Being, and imperial Sway,
He stamps his Image on the living Clay;
To Man an high Immortal Soul is given,
Capable of Intelligence with Heaven.
In Eden's Courts, th'Almighty's depute King
In Honour and in Innocence did reign;
The Vassal Brutes with Acclamations meet
Their Monarch, and pay Homage at his Feet:
Freely commanded all his Eyes did see,
Except a single Sacramental Tree.
Touch not its Fruit, you dy if this you do,
Was the Reddendo of th'Almighty's Feu:
But Heaven's Friend and Favorite did rebel,
From Grandeur, and from sweet Communion fell,
Sunk with his Sin and Guilt, became an Heir of Hell.
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At once he forfeit Paradise and Grace,
Destroy'd himself and all his unborn Race.
Expell'd th'Elysium he enjoy'd before,
Whilst armed Cherubims defend the Door,
Poor fall'n Adam must return no more.
He from delicious Arbors posts away,
Where Summer dwells, and every Month is May:
No more God's blooming Garden doth he tread,
Flowers hang their withered Heads, their Master's fled
The Morning Lark awakes with piteous Moan,
The lovely Empire's sunk, her Monarch's gone;
And th'Evening Philomel laments the vacant Throne.
With mournful Ditties, sing's the drooping Thrush,
And tragick Threnes are heard from every Bush;
Complaining Notes tell all the Quire's oppress'd,
Thy solemn Dirgies sing with throbing Breast.
The Nightinagle forgets to build her Nest,
With melancholy Murmurs Rivers flow,
They chide their Banks, and pebbles as they go.
Waves roll with double Force, and haste away,
To bury Grief and Sorrow in the Sea.
Fair Eva visites not the chrystal Brook,
The chrystal Glass no more returns her Look.
The watery Mirrour shews no more her Face,
Like Angels, full of Majesty and Grace;
Ah, Now its stain'd with Sin and black with deep Disgrace.
Winds whistle thro' the leaves their angry Breath;
All Nature's pregnant with the Signs of Wrath.
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Where the dear happy Lovers took their Bed,
Seems now alone for sighing Sinners made.
The fatal Fruit hath pull'd the Monarch down,
Satan triumphs for Adam's lost the Crown;
He cannot look to God, nor bear his angry Frown.
Ah, must he dy! Can no Relief be found?
Yes, Mercy comes to heal the bleeding Wound;
Free Grace and Love ope' up a glorious Scene,
God's reconcil'd, and Man's restor'd again.
Adam is Victor, Satan quits the Field,
Lo there's a Promise, made, a Christ reveald;
From all Eternity it was decreed,
Th'Elect's be saved by the Woman's Seed,
A Saviour shall be born to bruise the Serpents Head.
Mary's Conception in appointed Time,
Fully atone for Mother Eva's Crime:
The flaming Sword, which Seraphs did command,
Shines in a glorious Mediator's Hand:
Th'Angel of the Cov'nant saves from Sin,
Opens Heavens Gates, and leads Believers in.
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