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 CXLVIII. |
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PSALM CXLVIII.
From vocal Air and convex Skies,Let wafted Alleluias sound:
And let the sacred Triumphs rise,
Till vaulted Heav'n the Notes rebound.
Ye Angels! you harmonious Throng,
Who round the Throne eternal wait:
Alternate answer to the Song,
Ye rapid Ministers of Fate!
Thou solar Orb! whose ruddy Beam
Compells the Shades of Night to yield:
Thou silver Moon! whose fainter Gleam
Scarce trembles o'er yon azure Field.
Ye Stars! who circle round the Pole,
Illumin'd with distinguish'd Rays;
Instruct your vocal Spheres to roll
Symphonious, to your Maker's Praise.
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Thou Empyrean! far more high:
Praise him, ye Cataracts! the Weight
Of Waters treasur'd o'er the Sky.
His Name with pious Praises sing,
Who kindled first the beamy Light:
Who first commanded you to spring
Forth from the Cells of genuine Night.
His Edict, with eternal Force,
Aloft suspends the starry Rays:
He points, along the liquid Course,
Their Motions, Intervals, and Ways,
Thee, lower Earth! the Hymn requires,
To answer to the jocund Sound:
Ye Dragons with enamell'd Spires!
Ye Caverns of the vast Profound!
Ye lambent Flames! ye Hail and Snow!
In humid Trails ye Vapours curl'd!
Ye Tempests! which obedient blow
To pour his Vengeance on the World.
Ye Mountain-Steeps! ye humbler Hills!
Ye Trees! which with delicious Food
And gen'rous Juice the Season fills:
Ye Cedars, Giants of the Wood.
Ye savage Beasts! who lone abide
In Forests: Ye of milder kind!
Ye Reptiles, who extended glide!
Ye plumy Tribes who mount the Wind.
Ye Monarchs! whose imperial Sway,
The subjugated Nations awes:
Ye Nations who those Kings obey!
Ye Chiefs and Guardians of the Laws.
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Ye Virgins deck'd with blooming Grace!
Ye Elders press'd by creeping Time!
And you the tender infant Race!
Your Voices raise with mix'd Acclaim;
To praise the universal Lord:
The sole, august, majestic Name,
O'er Earth and distant Heav'n ador'd.
When he shall elevate their Horn,
Shall all his Saints his Praises sing:
The Progeny of Israel born,
Who still attend their heav'nly King.
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