Classic Poem

VII.

A Song .
The shadowes darkning our intents
Must fade, and Truth now take her place,
Who, in our right Aegyptian race,
A chaine of Prophecies presents
With which the starry Skye consents,
And all the under-Elements.
Thou that art all divine, give eare,
And grace our humble Songs
That speak what to thy State belongs
Unmasked now and cleare;
Which wee in severall straines divide,
And heaven-borne Truth our Notes shall guide,
One by one, while wee relate
That which shall tye both Time and Fate.