Poems on Several Occasions With Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII. An Epistle. By Mrs. Elizabeth Tollet. The Second Edition |
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PSALM LXV.
From thee, O God! begins the sacred Song:On thee, O God! attends the pious Throng
In Sion's Courts; the grateful Vow to pay,
And destin'd Victims on thy Flames to lay.
To thee, whose Ear receives the Voice of Pray'r,
Shall all of animated Earth repair.
My num'rous Crimes sad Prevalence obtain:
But thine it is to purge the guilty Stain.
How happy he, distinguish'd by thy Choice,
To near Attendance summon'd by thy Voice,
Who in thy Courts for ever shall remain,
And taste the bounteous Blessings of thy Fane.
Thou, by terrific Deeds in Justice wrought,
Shalt give the Answer which our Vows have sought:
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The Hopes of all on Earth's extended Plain,
And all who wander on the spacious Main.
His Strength the Rocks has rooted to the Ground:
And Pow'r with mystic Cincture girds him round.
His Will the roaring Ocean can assuage;
Or curb a frantic Nation's wilder Rage.
Thy Signals, with tremendous Dread, controll
The limitary Circles of the Pole:
The various Climates where the Sun displays
His early Beam, or hides his setting Rays,
Resound a joyful Eccho to thy Praise.
If thou to our inferior Region come,
The gentle Show'r restores its vernal Bloom:
The Stream divine a rich Profusion yields,
And with a golden Harvest glads the Fields.
The genial Moisture chears the furrow'd Plain,
The Ridge subsides, and softens with the Rain.
Thus bless'd by thee does infant Spring appear;
And thy Indulgence crowns the future Year,
While, from beneath thy Steps, the Clouds around
With fragrant Dews enrich the fertile Ground.
Ev'n on the desert Waste the Drops distill;
And grateful Mirth resounds from ev'ry Hill.
The silver Flocks the Pasture Lands adorn,
The Vallies glitter with the waving Corn,
And o'er the smiling Fields the vocal Joys are born.
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