And caus'd the golden-treffed fun,
All the day long his course to run.
For his &c.

The horned moon to fhine by night,
Amongst her spangled fifters bright.
For his &c.

He with his thunder-clasping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.
For his &c.

And in despite of Pharao fell,

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35

40

He brought from thence his Ifrael.
For his &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain

Of the Erythræan main.

For his &c.

45

The floods ftood ftill like walls of glafs,
While the Hebrew bands did pafs.

50

For his &c.

But full foon they did devour

The tawny king with all his power.
For his &c.

55

His chofen people he did bless
In the wafteful wilderness.
For his &c.

In bloody battel he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown.

For his &c.

He foil'd bold Seon and his hoft,
That rul'd the Amorrean coaft.

For his &c.

And large-limb'd Og he did fubdue,

With all his over-hardy crew.

For his &c.

And to his fervant Ifrael

He gave their land therein to dwell.

For his &c.

He hath with a piteous eye

Beheld us in our mifery.

For his &c.

And freed us from the flavery
Of the invading enemy.

For his &c.

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615

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75

80

All

85

All living creatures he doth feed,

And with full hand supplies their need.
For his &c.

JOANNIS MILTONI

LONDINENSIS

POEM AT A.

Quorum pleraque intra Annum Etatis Vigefimum confcripfit.