Classic Poem

Farewell you Everlasting hills! I'm Cast
Here under Clouds, where stormes, and tempests blast
This sully'd flowre
Rob'd of your Calme, nor can I ever make
Transplanted thus, one leafe of his t'awake,
But ev'ry houre
He sleepes, and droops, and in this drowsie state
Leaves me a slave to passions, and my fate;
Besides I've lost
A traine of lights, which in those Sun-shine dayes
Were my sure guides, and only with me stayes
(Unto my cost,)
One sullen beam, whose charge is to dispense
More punishment, than knowledge to my sense;
Two thousand years
I sojourned thus; at last Jeshurun&apos's king
Those famous tables did from Sinai bring;
These swelled my fears,
Guilts, trespasses, and all this inward awe,
For sin took strength, and vigour from the Law.
Yet have I found
A plenteous way (thanks to that holy one!)
To cancel all that e'r was writ in stone,
His saving wound
Wept blood, that broke this adamant, and gave
To sinners confidence, life to the grave;
This makes me span
My father's journeys, and in one fair step
O'er all their pilgrimage and labours leap,
For God (made man)
Reduced th' extent of works of works of faith; so made
Of their Red Sea, a Spring, I wash, they wade.