Classic Poem

Psal — 133. Buchan[ani] Paraphra[sis]

Nothing can Paralell that prizd delight
When Mutuall Love doth Brothers harts unite
'Tis not the Ayre-perfuming Balm was spent
On Arons sacred head yeilds like Content
Though in a wellcome showre disperct about
It Lav'd his beard and Costly tier through out
Nor yet that Dew whose pregnant Powers distill
Embroydery o'th'Gras of Sion Hill
In Twin-born flowers: Noe nor those vapours fall
T'inebriat faier Hermons top with all
Fertillety: for wher Fraternall peace
Inhabiteth, Gods right hand sends increase
Of Riches and of Children; to which He
Adds a succession of eternety.