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 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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