The floods stood still, like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass;

For his, &c.

But full soon they did devour

The tawny king with all his power;

For his, &c.

His chosen people he did bless
In the wasteful wilderness;
For his, &c.

In bloody battle he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown;
For his, &c.

He foil'd bold Seon and his host,
That ruled the Amorrean coast;
For his, &c.

And large-limb'd Og he did subdue,
With all his over-hardy crew;

For his, &c.

And, to his servant Israel,

He gave their land therein to dwell;

For his, &c.

He hath, with a piteous eye,

Beheld us in our misery;

For his, &c.

And freed us from the slavery

Of the invading enemy;

For his, &c.

All living creatures he doth feed,

And with full hand supplies their need;

For his, &c.

Let us, therefore, warble forth His mighty majesty and worth; For his, &c.

That his mansion hath on high, Above the reach of mortal eye; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.

РОЕМАТА.

ELEGIARUM LIBER.

AD CAROLUM DEODATUM.

TANDEM, chare, tuæ mihi pervenere tabellæ,
Pertulit et voces nuncia charta tuas;
Pertulit occiduâ Devæ Cestrensis ab orâ
Vergivium prono quà petit amne salum.
Multùm, crede, juvat terras aluisse remotas
Pectus amans nostri, tamque fidele caput,
Quòdque mihi lepidum tellus longinqua sodalem
Debet, at unde brevi reddere jussa velit.
Me tenet urbs refluâ quam Thamesis alluit undâ,
Meque nec invitum patria dulcis habet.

Jam nec arundiferum mihi cura revisere Camum,
Nec dudum vetiti me laris angit amor.
Nuda nec arva placent, umbrasque negantia molles,
Quàm male Phœbicolis convenit ille locus!
Nec duri libet usque minas preferre magistri
Cæteraque ingenio non subeunda meo.
Si sit hoc exilium patrios adiisse penates.
Et vacuum curis otia grata sequi,
Non ego vel profugi nomen, sortemve recuso,
Lætus et exilii conditione fruor.

O utinam vates nunquam graviora tulisset
Ille Tomitano flebilis exul agro;

Non tunc Ionio quicquam cessisset Homero,
Neve foret victo laus tibi prima Maro