Classic Poem

A Morning Though — May-10-1645. Ode

Sithence it is guiven
To Man to follow's Labour til the Even
And when that starr doth close
Up Day: then to seek quiet and repose
Let us what's of our own
Learn to make known
To be

But soe much cash of purchasd Misery
All else confess
(Of Love and Providence) true happines.

For as our soules had been
A Combating all Day with flesh and sin
And then for Captives led
In slumbers Fetters, Prisond in a bed
Soe by the Nights exchange again to Day
They may
Set free, take up Their Armes
And having overcome those Charmes
Bowldly Conclude the Victory to keep
When as They warr for Him kept Them asleep.

Noe other Ransome need
To speed
This Liberty but once awake
Into our thoughts to take
What such confinement might
Administer of Dainger in one night
And how th'all-wakefull eye
Provided had for Our delivery
Which on the winges of Contemplation raisd
Again w'are mounted, whilst His name is praisd.