Coiiteniplations. 371
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��Then on a {lately Oak I caft mine Eye, Whole ruffling top the Clouds feem'd to afpire; How long lince thou waft in thine Infancy? Thy ftrength, and ftature, more thy 3^ears admire, Hath hundred winters paft fince thou waft born ? Or thoufand fince thou brakell thy fliell of horn. If fo, all thefe as nought, Eternity doth fcorn.
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��Then higher on the gliftering Sun I gaz'd,
Whofe beams was fhaded by the leavie Tree,
The more I look'd, the more I grew amaz'd,
And foftly faid, what glory's like to thee?
Soul of this world, this Univerfes Eye,
No wonder, fome made thee a Deity:
Had I not better known, (alas) the fame had I.
��Thou as a Bridegroom from thy Chamber ruflies,
And as a ftrong man, joyes to run a race,
The morn doth uflier thee, with fmiles & blulhes,
The Earth reflefts her glances in th}' face.
Birds, infefts, Animals with Vegative,
Thy heart from death and dulnefs doth revive;
And in the darkfome womb of fruitful nature dive.
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