Who by his all-commanding might Did fill the new-made world with light. For his &c. And caus'd the golden-tressed fun, All the day long his courfe to run. For his &c. The horned moon to fhine by night, For his &c. He with his thunder-clasping hand For his &c. And in despite of Pharao fell, 25 30 35 40 The floods flood still like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass. For his &c. But full foon 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. 50 55 60 In In bloody battel he brought down For his &c. He foil'd bold Seon and his hoft, For his &c. And large-limb'd Og he did fubdue, For his &c. And to his servant Israel He gave their land therein to dwell. He hath with a piteous eye Beheld us in our misery. For his &c. And freed us from the flavery 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 For his mercies ay indure, 65 70. 75 8 85 90 95 JOANNIS MILTONI LONDINENSIS POEMA TA. Quorum pleraque intra Annum Ætatis Vigefimum Confcripfit. Rr 2 |