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Love led them on, and faith, who knew them best
Thy handmaids, clad them o'er with purple beams
And azure wings, that up they flew so drest,
And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes
Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest
And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.

XV.

TO THE LORD GENERAL FAIRFAX.

FAIRFAX, whose name in arms through Europe rings,
Filling each mouth with envy or with praise,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze
And rumours loud, that daunt remotest kings,
Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings

Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Their Hydra heads, and the false north displays
Her broken league to imp their serpent wings.
Oh! yet a nobler task awaits thy hand

(For what can war but endless war still breed?)
Till truth and right from violence be freed,
And public faith cleared from the shameful brand
Of public fraud. In vain doth valour bleed,
While avarice and rapine share the land.

XVI.

TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL.
CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Not of war only, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith and matchless fortitude,

To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed, And on the neck of crowned fortune proud

Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,

And Worcester's laureate wreath. Yet much remainsTM To conquer still; peace hath her victories Lewol.4

No less renowned than war: new foes arise
Threatening to bind our souls with secular chains:
Help us to save free conscience from the paw
Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.

XVI.

TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER.

VANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old,

Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repelled
The fierce Epirot and the African bold;

Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

The drift of hollow states hard to be spelled,
Then to advise how war may

best upheld

Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,

In all her equipage; besides to know

Both spiritual power and civil, what each means,

What severs each, thou hast learned, which few have

done :

The bounds of either s

sword to thee we owe;

Therefore, on thy firm hand religion leans
In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.

XVII.

ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEMONT.

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AVENGE, O Lord! thy slaughtered saints, whose bones
Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold;
Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old,
When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones,
Forget not in thy book record their groans

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Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontese that rolled h Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they

To Heaven. Their martyred blood and ashes sow

O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway
The triple tyrant; that from these may grow
A hundredfold, who having learned thy way!
Early may fly the Babylonian woe.

XIX.

ON HIS BLINDNESS..

WHEN I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days, in this

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dark world and wide; And that one talent which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide; Doth God exact day-labour, light denied, I fondly ask? But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts; who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and Ocean without rest; They also serve who only stand and wait.

XX.

TO MR. LAWRENCE.

LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a sullen day, what may be won
From the hard season gaining? Time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire
The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice,
Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may
rise
To hear the lute well touched, or artful voice!
Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air?

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He who of those delights can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise

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TO CYRIAC SKINNER. > >****

CYRIAC, whose grandsire on the royal bench
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Pronounced, and in his volumes taught, our laws,
Which others at their bar so often wrench,
To-day deep thoughts resolve with me to drench
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
Let Euclid rest, and Archimedes pause,

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And what t'the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know Toward solid good what leads the nearest For other things mild Heaven a time orde And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burded loads the day, And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.

XXII.

TO THE SAME.

year,

CYRIAC, this three years' day these eyes, though clear,
To outward view, of blemish or of spot,
Bereft of light their seeing have forgot,
Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear up, and steer
Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?
The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied
In liberty's defence, my noble task,

Of which all Europe talks from side to side.

This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask

Content, though blind, had I no better guide.

XXIII.

ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.

METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,
Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint
Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint
Purification in the old law did save;

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And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:

Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight

So cle Sweetness, goodness, in her person shined

as in no face with more delight.

But oh! as

to embrace me she inclined,

I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

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