Classic Poem

What Habacuck once spake, mine eyes
Have often seene most true,
The greater fishes devoure the lesse,
And cruelly pursue.

Forcing them through Coves and Creekes,
To leape on driest sand,
To gaspe on earthie element, or die
By wildest Indians hand .

Christs little ones must hunted be
Devour'd; yet rise as Hee.
And eate up those which now a while
Their fierce devourers be.