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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Divine Pastorall</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strephon & I upon a bank were laid,<br>Where the gay spring in varied colours playd,<br>& her rich odours lavish nature shed.<br>When thus the Youth, while this we wondring view<br>Can we but wonder at its maker too,<br>Amintas, if I know him, did not use<br>Shoud such a subject call, to want a muse,<br>Oh sing the great, the wise creating powr,<br>While silent I admire, & in your words adore.<br>Then I, for long before the thought was mine,<br>Did thus to meet the good demand begin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye Mountains, & ye hills which lower rise,<br>Ye humble vallies, & ye spreading trees,<br>Ye pleasant meadows, & thou easy stream,<br>O praise the Lord, O magnify his name!<br>Yes, as you can you tell his name abroad,<br>The wondrous work proclaims the worker God.<br>Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along,<br>Then swiftly bear aloft my finisht song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye tame & savage beasts in one accord,<br>Joyn with all these to Glorify the Lord;<br>Ye Birds, Ye tunefull birds in him rejoyce,<br>Give him your musick, who gave you your voice,<br>Hark how the cheerfull labour of their throats,<br>returns the tribute of their pretty notes.<br>Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along,<br>Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still the earth, & still the seas are mute,<br>The Birds are speechless, speechless is the Brute,<br>Man that alone can speak his praise must doo't.<br>Praise him O man with a transported heart,<br>Let the melodious hand confess its art,<br>Let the raisd voice his bounteous glory's sing,<br>Shoud less be joynd to praise so great a King? <br>Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along,<br>Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For thee the seasons run the circling year,<br>The clouds drop fatness, & the fruits appear,<br>Thee as the Lord of all below he plac'd,<br>Free in thy choice, & by thy chusing bless'd,<br>Tis true we must account for all we do,<br>But to a God alone th' account is due.<br>Gently awhile sweet Breezes move along,<br>Then swiftly bear aloft my rising song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Seraphim, & all the Heavenly pow'r,<br>Bright in their shapes, but in their virtues more,<br>Came to the shade where our first parents lay,<br>They heard him reason, & they heard her pray,<br>Then struck their Golden harps, & as they flew,<br>Cry'd, Halelujah, man is made for heaven too.<br>Go on, my Muse, Go on, & Gratefully express,<br>The Creatures thanks, in the Creators praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To see this pair the fallen powrs came in,<br>Torturd with malice, & deformd by sin,<br>They saw this happy pair designd to fill<br>The realms, from whence they fell by doing ill,<br>They heard their Joyfull anthems to their God,<br>& faign they woud have harmd ym if they coud,<br>Whom they woud harm they impotently curse,<br>Their strength indeed was great but God was ours.<br>Go on, My Muse, Go on, & Gratefully express.<br>The Creatures thanks, in the Creators praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know I cannot speak his mercy's through,<br>Yet what I can, of what I ought Ile do,<br>Mean as they are, my notes to him belong,<br>Mean as it is, he will reward my song.<br>Go on, my Muse go on, & gratefully express<br>The Creatures thanks, in the Creators praise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On such a theam I coud for ever dwell,<br>Thus lett my voice when I must perish fail<br>& thus my monument my story tell;<br>Here lyes a Youth—stay passenger & pray,<br>Nor pitty him who di'd no common way,<br>But when his breath was all in hymns bestowd<br>Sent up his soul to bear 'em to his God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So lett me end, the twilight does appear,<br>The heat has left to rarify the air, <br>The winds it broke grow strong enough to fly,<br>Yes swiftly fly ye winds, & bear my Lays on high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Parnell">Thomas Parnell</a><div class=q>
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Where the gay spring in varied colours playd,
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When thus the Youth, while this we wondring view
Can we but wonder at its maker too,
Amintas, if I know him, did not use
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