Classic Poem

After a weekes sea voyage for pleasure an Observation — May-3-1645

Though Every thing we see or heer may raise
The Makers praise
For without Lightning or Thunder
His workes are all of wonder
Yet amongst Those ther's none
Like to the Oceon.

Wher (not a Catalogue to keep
Of Severall Shapes Inhabiting the Deep)
Let but our Thoughts Conferr
With what once gravelld the Philosopher
And we must strait confess
Amazement more, but apprehention less.

The Fier, for heat and light
Most Exquisite
And the All-tempering Ayer
Beyond Compare
Earth's Composition and Sollidity
Bountifull mixed with humidity
But heer for proffit and Content
Each must guive place to th'liquid Element.

Whose Admirable Course that steers
With in twelve howers both Mariners
Owtwards and Homewards bound
May be suffitient Ground
To raise Conclusian from thence
At once of Power and Providence.

For as the Cynthian Queen
Her Bewty less or more vouchsafes 'be seen
Soe by Her wayne she bringes
The Tides to neaps and by her full to Springes
Yet not but as He pleas
Who set Her thear chief Governess of Seas.

Which understood
Truly by such would seek for Traffique good
They must their Ancors waigh
Out of that Osy dirt and Clay
Earths Contemplations yeild
And hoysing sayles theyl straitway have them filld
With a fresh mackerell gale whose blast
May Port them in true happines at last.

Ther 'thin a Bay of Bliss
Wher a sweet Calme our wellcome is
Let us at length the Cables veere
Afore and Aff that may our moorage cleer
From warp or winding soe ride fix upon
Our Hopes sheat Ancor of Salvation.