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Tixall Poetry.
Here, by tempestuous winds overblown,
And there, by thunder stricken downe;
Here, clouds of rain doe overcast,
And there, the furious lightnings blast.
Now mountain seas do deluge joy,
And there a rock stands to destroy;
On every side there's nothing found
But numerous cares with triumph crown'd,
Which poor man's life doe still invade,
Least we forget for what were made,
And from the love of things possest
End our desires of being more blest.
Wise heaven, who knew our childish will
Did thus provide against the ill;
Ord'ring our course of life to be
A passing change of misery.
Where the strong pain of every sense
(Which various terrors doe commence,)
Our soûles and bodys make agree
To strive for heaven's felicity;
And our weake bark steer to that light
Which dissipates the world's long night,
And there, by thunder stricken downe;
Here, clouds of rain doe overcast,
And there, the furious lightnings blast.
Now mountain seas do deluge joy,
And there a rock stands to destroy;
On every side there's nothing found
But numerous cares with triumph crown'd,
Which poor man's life doe still invade,
Least we forget for what were made,
And from the love of things possest
End our desires of being more blest.
Wise heaven, who knew our childish will
Did thus provide against the ill;
Ord'ring our course of life to be
A passing change of misery.
Where the strong pain of every sense
(Which various terrors doe commence,)
Our soûles and bodys make agree
To strive for heaven's felicity;
And our weake bark steer to that light
Which dissipates the world's long night,
