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Ille ego qui quondam gracili modulatus avena Arma virumque cano

I, he who sung of humble Oates before,
Now sing a captain and a man of war.

Goddess of rhyme, that didst inspire
The captain with poetic fire,
Adding fresh laurels to that brow
Where those of victory did grow,
And statelier ornaments may flourish now;
If thou art well recovered since
The Excommunicated Prince
(For that important tragedy
Would have killed any muse but thee)
Hither with speed, O! hither move,

God thought to give the sweetest thing
— In his almighty power
To earth; and deeply pondering
— What it should be — one hour
In fondest joy and love of heart
— Outweighing every other,
He moved the gates of heaven apart
— And gave to earth — a Mother!

God thought to give the sweetest thing
In his almighty power
To earth; and deeply pondering
What it should be — one hour
In fondest joy and love of heart
Outweighing every other,
He moved the gates of heaven apart
And gave to earth — a Mother!

God, thou great symmetry
Who put a biting lust in me
From whence my sorrows spring,
For all the frittered days
That I have spent in shapeless ways
Give me one perfect thing.

1. God set us here till savage rulers fell,
2. Pray him on us his blessings to bestow,
The glory of his name, we gladly sing,
Our lives preserving by his sovereign grace,
And from the earth his praises forth shall bring,
Thus we no evil spirit e'er shall face,
That he with us may hence-forth ever dwell.
And may prosperity forever know.

3. His power with strength shall always us endow,
Our wants to meet, our cattle to increase,
Ourselves from savages and foes release;
For which to him devoutly let us bow.

GOD SEND us a little home,
To come back to, when we roam.

Low walls and fluted tiles,
Wide windows, a view for miles.

Red firelight and deep chairs,
Small white beds upstairs —

Great talk in little nooks,
Dim colors, rows of books.

One picture on each wall,
Not many things at all.

God send us a little ground,
Tall trees stand round.

Homely flowers in brown sod,
Overhead, thy stars, O God.

God bless thee, when winds blow,
Our home, and all we know.

God save the King , that King that sav'd the Land;
When James your Martyr's Son, your Laws had shamm'd.
That sav'd your Babes , your Lands, Estates , and Wives ,
And your own Throats too from dispencing Knives .
When bloody Priests did expedite your doom,
And Castlemain in state was sent to Rome .
When plotting Ely felt His Master's Hate ,
And Sawcy Pen and Peters ruld the State.
'Twas then He sav'd us from those Beasts of Prey,
Then was The Time, And That without delay.
He spar'd no Toil , no Danger did He dread,

God said, " Let there be light, and there was light, "
Created from the darkness infinite:
And from the waters, called he forth the Earth,
And Heaven rejoiced at this, her sister's birth.
The Earth brought forth the grass, the herb, the tree,
And flowers, bright flowers, so priceless and so free.
The heavens, God decked with mighty gems of light,
Sol ruled the day, the moon and stars the night.
" Let waters bring forth creatures that have life. "
On earth, in air, in water there was strife.

Written by Colley Cibber Esq. Poet Laureate .

God prosper long our gracious King,
Now sitting on the throne;
Who leads this nation in a String ,
And governs all but One .

This is the day when right or wrong,
I C OLLEY B AYS , Esquire,
Must for my sack indite a song,
And thrum my venal lyre.

Not he who ruled great Judah's realm,
Y-clyped Solomon,
Was wiser than Our's at the helm,

God pity him who lives for self —
That one who does not share
The griefs and joys of other men,
That one who does not care.

God pity him who does not give
To others when in need;
God pity him who works and plans
For only selfish greed.

God pity him when sorrow comes
And no kind friend is there,
No one to grasp his trembling hand
And whisper low, " I care! "

God pity him when death shall come
And few stand by his bier;
So little missed by those he left,
They scarcely shed a tear!

1. God of the world! thy glories shine, Through earth and heaven, with
2. God of our lives! the throbbing heart Doth at thy beck its
rays divine; Thy smile gives beauty to the flower Thine
action start, Throbs on, obedient to thy will, Or
anger to the tempest power.
ceases, at thy fatal chill.

3. God of eternal life! thy love
Doth every stain of sin remove;
The cross, the cross its hallowed light
Shall drive from earth her cheerless night.

4. God of all goodness! to the skies
Our hearts in grateful anthems rise;