Pfalm LXXXV.

I Tay land to favour graciously
Thou haft not, Lord, been flack;
Thou haft from bard captivity
Returned Jacob back.

2 Th' iniquity thou doft forgive
That wrought thy people woe,
And all their fin, that did thee grieve,
Hait hid tubere none fball knowv.

3 Thine anger all thou hadft remov'd, And calmly didit return

From thy fierce wrath, which we had prov'd

Far worse than fire to burn.

4 God of our faving health and peace,
Turn us, and us reftore,

Thine indignation caufe to cease
Tow'rd us, and chide no more.

5 Wilt thou be angry without end,
For ever angry thus,

Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend
From age to age on us?

6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice
And us again revive,

That fo thy people may rejoice
By thee preferv'd alive.

7 Caufe us to fee thy goodness, Lord,
To us thy mercy fhew,

Thy faving health to us afford,

And life in us renew.

8 And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go ftrait and hear;

For to his people he fpeaks peace,
And to his faints full dear.

To his dear faints he will fpeak peace,

But let them never more

Return to folly, but farceafe
To trefpafs as before.

9 Surely to fuch as do him fear
Salvation is at hand,

And glory fhall e'er long appear

To dwell within our land.

10 Mercy and Truth that long were mifs'd Now joyfully are met;

Sweet Peace and Righteoufnefs

And band in band are fet.

have kifs'd,

2 Preferve my foul; for I have trod
Thy ways, and love the juft;
Save thou thy fervant, O my God,
Who fill in thee doth truft.

3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee
I call; 4. O make rejoice

Thy fervant's foul; for, Lord, to thee
I lift my foul and voice.

5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone To pardon; thou to all

Art full of mercy; thou alone,

To them that on thee-call.

6 Unto my fupplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the ery
Of my inc fant pray'rs afford
Thy hearing graciously.

7 I in the day of my diftrefs
Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free access,
And answer what I pray'd.

8 Like thee among the gods is none,
O Lord, nor any works

Of all that other gods have done

Like to thy glorious works.

9 The nations all whom thou haft made
Shall come, and all fall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord,
And glorify thy name.

10 For great thou art, and wond'rous great
By thy ftrong hand are done;
Thou in thy everlasting feat

Remaineft God alone.

II Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide;

To feer thy name my heart unite,

So fhall it never fide.

12 Thee will I praife, O Lord my God, Thee bonour and adore

With my whole heart, and blaze abroad

Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,
And thou haft free'd my foul,
Ev'n from the loweft Hell fet free,

From despeft darkness foul.

14 O God, the proud against me rife, And violent men are met

To feek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have fet.

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readieft thy grace to fhew,

Slow to be angry, and art flil'd

Moft merciful, most true.
16 O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on;
Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength,
And fave thy handmaid's fon.
17 Some fign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then fee,

And be afham'd, because thou, Lord,
Doft help and comfort me.

Pfalm LXXXVII.

1 AMONG the holy mountains big Is his foundation faft;

There fated in bis Jan&uary,
His temple there is plac'd.

Sion's fair gates the Lord oves more
Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jacob's land, though there be flore,

And all within his care.

3 City of God, moft glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke;

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,
Philiftia full of corn,
And Tyre with Ethiop's utmoft ends,
Lo this man there was born:

But trvice that praife fall in our ar
Be faid of Sion laft.

This, and this man was born in her,
High God fhall fix her faft.

6 The Lord fhall write it in a feroll
That ne'er shall be out-worn,
When he the nations doth inrol,
That this man there was born.

Both they who fing and they who dance, With facred fongs are there,

In thee freb brooks, and foft ftreams glance, And all my fountains clear.

Pfalm LXXXVIII.

I LORD God thou doft me fave and keep, All day to thee I cry;

And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee proflrate lie.

Into thy prefence let my pray'r

With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,
Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store
Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,
My life at Death's uncheerful door
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pafs
Down to the difmal pit ;

I am a man, but weak, alas!

And for that name unfit.

5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite
Among the dead to fleep,
And like the flain in bloody fight
That in the grave lie deep,
Whom thou remembereft no more,
Doft never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
Death a hideous boufe bath barr'd.

6 Thou in the lowest pit profound
Haft fet me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness bovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no fbelter faves,
Full fore doth prefs on me;

Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves,
And all thy waves break me.

Thou dost my friends from me eftrange,
And mak'ft me odious;

Me to them odious; for they change,
And I here pent up thus.

9 Through forrow, and afflictions great,
Mine eyes grow dim and dead;
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,
My hands to thee I fpread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead; Shall the deceas'd arife,

And praise thee from their loathfome bed
With pale and bollow eyes?

II Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the grave bath bold,
Or they who in perdition dewell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty band
Or wond'rous acts be known,
Thy justice in the gloomy land

Of dark oblivion!

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, E'er yet my life be spent,

And up to thee my pray'r doth hie

Each morn, and thee prevent, 14. Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me?

15 That am already bruis'd and shake
With terror fent from thee?
Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo
Aftonished with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow
Thy threat'nings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far:

They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

A Paraphrafe on Pfalm cxiv.

This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon
After long toil their liberty had won,
And part from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael fhewn,
His praife and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled fea, and fhivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint hoft that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high, huge bellied mountains skip like rams
Amongst their ewes, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? and why skipt the moun-
tains?

Why turn'd Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains?
Shake, earth, and at the prefence be aghaft
Of him that ever was, and ay shall laft,
That glafly floods from ruggged rocks can crush,
And make foft rills from fiery flint-stones gush

Pfulm CXXXVI.

Ler us with a gladfome mind Praife the Lord; for he is kind;

Che Fer varie favelle

Di fe fteffa trofeo cadde fu'l piano:

Ch' Ode oltr' all Anglia il fuo piu degno
Idioma

Spagna, Francia, Toscana, e Grecia e Roma.
I più profondi arcani

Ch' occulta la natura e in cielo e in terra
Ch' à Ingegni fovrumani

Troppo avaro tal'hor gli chiude, e ferra,
Chiaromente conofci, e giungi al fine
Della moral virtude all gran confine.
Non batta il Tempo l'ale,
Fermifi immoto, e in un fermin fi gl' anni,
Che di virtù immortale
Scorron di troppo ingiuriofi a i danni;

Che s'opre degue di Poema o fto ria
Furon gia, l'hai prefenti alla memoria.
Dammi tua dolce Cetra

Se vuoi ch' ia dica del tuo dolce canto,
Ch' inalzandoti all' Etra

Di farti.huomo celefte ottiene il vanto,

In Tamigi il dirà che gl' e conceffo
Per te fuo cigno parreggiar Permesso.
I o che in riva del Arno
Tento fpiegar tuo merto alto, e preclaro
So che fatico indarno,

E ad amirar, non a lodarlo imparo ;
Freno dunque la lingua, e afcolto il core
Che ti prende a lodar con lo ftupore.
Del. Sig. Antonio Francini gentilhuomo
Fiorentino.

JOANNI MILTONI LONDINENST.

Juveni patria, virtutibus eximio. VIRO qui multa peregrinatione, ftudia cuncta or bis terrarum loca perfpexit, ut novus Ulyffes omnia ubique ab omnibus apprehenderet :

Polyglotto, in cujus ore linguæ jam deperdita fic revivifcant, ut idiomata omnia fint in ejus laudibus infacunda: et jure ea percallet, ut admira-= iones et plafus populorum ab propria fapientia excitatos intelligat :

Illi, cujus animi dotes corporisque fenfus ad admirationem commovent, et per ipfam motu cui que auferunt; cujus opera ad plaufus hortantur, fed venuftate vocem laudatoribus adimunt.

Cui in memoria totus orbis; in intellectu fapientia; in voluntate ardor gloriæ; in ore eloquentia; harmonicos cæleftium fphærarum fonitus aftronomia duce audiente; characteres mirabilium naturæ per quos Dei magnitudo defcribitur magiftra philofophia legenti; antiquitatum latebras, vetuftatis excidia, eruditionis ambages, comite affidua antorum lectione,

Exquirenti, reftaurenti, percurrenti.
At cur nitor in arduura?

Illi in cujus virtutibus evulgandis ora Famæ non fufficiant, nec hominum ftupor in laudandis fatis eft, reverentiæ et amoris ergo hoc ejus meritis de bitum admirationis tributum offert Carolus Deodatus Patricius Florentinus,

Tanto homini fervus, tantæ virtutis amator.