On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
What land, what seat of rest, thou biddest me seek,
What certain seat, where I may worship thee

For aye, with temples vowed, and virgin-quires.

11. To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the
same night.

Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old,
Now void it fits thy people. Thither bend
Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,
And kings be born of thee, whose dreaded might
Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.

12. THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.

Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa," rendered almost word for word without rime, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit.—M.

11.

WHAT slender youth, bedewed with liquid odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,

Pyrrha? for whom bindest thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,

"Brute, sub occasum solis, trans Gallica regna,
Insula in Oceano est undique clausa mari ;
Insula in Oceano est, habitata gigantibus olim,
Nunc deserta quidem, gentibus apta tuis.
Hanc pete; namque tibi sedes erit illa perennis;
Hæc fiet natis altera Troja tuis;

Hic de prole tua reges nascentur, et ipsis

Totius terræ subditus orbis erit." Id. ib.

12. "Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam e naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos affirmat esse miseros."-M.

"Quis multa gracilis te puer in rosa

Perfusus liquidis urguet odoribus

Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?

Cui flavam religas comam

Plain in thy neatness? Oh how oft shall he
On faith and changed gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds and storms
Unwonted shall admire!

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant, always amiable,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales

Unmindful. Hapless they

To whom thou untried seemest fair! Me, in

Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung

My dank and dropping weeds

To the stern god of sea.

PSALMS.

my

vowed

PSALM I.

Done into verse, 1653.—M.

BLEST is the man who hath not walked astray
In counsel of the wicked, and in the way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat; but in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watery streams, and in his season knows

Simplex munditiis? Heu, quoties fidem
Mutatosque Deos flebit, et aspera
Nigris æquora ventis

Emirabitur insolens!

Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aurea;
Qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem
Sperat, nescius auræ

Fallacis. Miseri quibus

Intentata nites! Me tabula sacer

Votiva paries indicat uvida

Suspendisse potenti

Vestimenta maris Deo."

To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fanned
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgement, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes, in their congregations,
Lay deep their plots together through each land.
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?

'Let us break off,' say they, 'by strength of hand
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords.' He who in Heaven doth dwell
Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe
Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell

And fierce ire trouble them. But I,' saith he,

'Anointed have my King-though ye rebel

On Sion my holy hill.' A firm decree

I will declare; the Lord to me hath said:
'Thou art my son, I have begotten thee
This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy possession I on thee bestow

The Heathen, and, as thy conquest to be swayed,
Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low,
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse,
Like to a potter's vessel shivered so.'

And now be wise at length, ye kings averse,
Be taught, ye judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse

With trembling; kiss the Son lest he appear
In anger, and ye perish in the way,

If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere.
Happy all those who have in him their stay.

PSALM III.

August 9, 1653.

When he fled from Absalom.—M.

LORD, how many are my foes!
How many those

That in arms against me rise!
Many are they

That of my life distrustfully thus say,
'No help for him in God there lies.'
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee, through my story,

The exalter of my head I count;
Aloud I cried

Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept, I waked again;
For my sustain

Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout

I fear not, though, encamping round about,
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rise, Lord, save me, my God! for thou
Hast smote ere now

On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhorred

Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.

VOL. I.

N

PSALM IV.

AUGUST 10, 1653.-M.

ANSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness;
In straits and in distress
Thou didst me disenthral

And set at large; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer!

Great ones, how long will ye

My glory have in scorn,

How long be thus forborne

Still to love vanity?

To love, to seek, to prize

Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?

Yet know the Lord hath chose,

Chose to himself apart,

The good and meek of heart;

For whom to choose he knows.

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.

Be awed, and do not sin,
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.

Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.

Many there be that say,

'Who yet will shew us good?'

Talking like this world's brood;
But, Lord, thus let me pray,
On us lift up the light,

Lift

up

the favour of thy countenance bright.