With hearts revived in conceit, new land and trees they eye,
Senting the Caedars and sweet ferne from heats reflection drye,
Much like the bird from dolsome Romes inclos'd in cage of wyre,
Set forth in fragrant fields doth skip in hope of her desire.
So leap the hearts of these mixt men by streights o're seas inured,
To following hard-ships wildernesse, doth force to be endured.
In clipping armes of out-strecht Capes, there ships now gliding enter,

Of the reasons moving this people to transplant themselves and Families to those remote parts

The great Jehova's working word effecting wondrously,
This earths vast globe, those parts unknown, to civill people by.

Columbus or Alkmerricus by providence direction,
Found out this Western world with store of mettels cleer extraction.
The Spanish project working well, tooke sudden such impression
In minds of many Europe held, who fell to like progression.

Cheered as the woods (where new waked choirs they meet)
Are all; and now dispose their choice relays
Of horse and hounds, each like each other fleet;
Which best, when with themselves compared, we praise.

To them old forest spies, the harbourers,
With haste approach, wet as still weeping night,
Or deer that mourn their growth of head with tears,
When the defenceless weight does hinder flight.

And dogs, such whose cold secrecy was meant
By Nature for surprise, on these attend;
Wise temp'rate lime-hounds that proclaim no scent,

Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds,
The diff'ring world's agreeing sacrifice;
Where Heaven divided faiths united finds:
But Prayer in various discord upward flies.

For Prayer the ocean is where diversely
Men steer their course, each to a sev'ral coast;
Where all our interests so discordant be
That half beg winds by which the rest are lost.

By Penitence when we ourselves forsake,
'Tis but in wise design on piteous Heaven;
In Praise we nobly give what God may take,
And are, without a beggar's blush, forgiven.

By what bold passion am I rudely led,
Like Fame's too curious and officious Spie,
Where I these Rolls in her dark Closet read,
Where Worthies wrapp'd in Time's disguises lie?

Why should we now their shady Curtains draw,
Who by a wise retirement hence are freed,
And gone to Lands exempt from Nature's Law,
Where Love no more can mourn, nor valor bleed?

Why to this stormy world from their long rest,
Are these recall'd to be again displeas'd,
Where during Nature's reign we are opprest,
Till we by Death's high priviledge are eas'd?

1

Ryght as the stern of day begouth to schyne,
Quhen gone to bed war Vesper and Lucyne,
I raise and by a rosere did me rest.
Wp sprang the goldyn candill matutyne,
With clere depurit bemes cristallyne,
Glading the mery foulis in thair nest.
Or Phebus was in purpur cape reuest
Wp raise the lark, the hevyns menstrale fyne,
In May in till a morow myrthfullest.

2

Full angellike thir birdis sang thair houris
Within thair courtyns grene in to thair bouris,
Apparalit quhite and rede wyth blomes suete;

Hail, beauteous Dian, queen of shades,
That dwells beneath these shadowy glades,
Mistress of all those beauteous maids
That are by her allowid.
Virginity we all profess,
Abjure the worldly vain excess,
And will to Dian yield no less
Than we to her have vowid.
The shepherds, satyrs, nymphs, and fauns
For thee will trip it o'er the lawns.

Come, to the forest let us go,
And trip it like the barren doe;
The fauns and satyrs still do so,
And freely thus they may do.
The fairies dance and satyrs sing,

About their prince each took his wonted seat
On thrones red-hot, ybuilt of burning brass:
Pluto in middest heaved his trident great,
Of rusty iron huge that forged was;
The rocks on which the salt sea billows beat,
And Atlas' tops, the clouds in height that pass,
Compared to his huge person mole-hills be,
So his rough front, his horns so lifted he.

The tyrant proud frowned from his lofty cell,
And with his looks made all his monsters tremble;
His eyes, that full of rage and venom swell,
Two beacons seem, that men to arms assemble;

Hail , Thou great mysterious Being!
Thou, the unseen yet All-seeing,
To Thee we call.
How can a mortal sing thy praise,
Or speak of all thy wondrous ways,
God over all?

God of the great old solemn woods,
God of the desert solitudes
And trackless sea;
God of the crowded city vast,
God of the present and the past,
Can man know Thee?

God of the blue vault overhead,
Of the green earth on which we tread,
Of time and space;
God of the worlds which Time conceals,

O thou that held'st the blessed Veda dry
When all things else beneath the floods were hurled;
Strong Fish-God! Ark of Men! Jai! Hari, jai!
Hail, Keshav, hail; thou Master of the world!

The round world rested on thy spacious nape;
Upon thy neck, like a mere mole, it stood:
O thou, that took'st for us the Tortoise-shape,
Hail, Keshav, Hail! Ruler of wave and wood!

The world upon thy curving tusk sate sure,