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Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not

Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task,

Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask

Content, though blind, had I no better guide.

XXIII.

[ON HIS DECEASED WIFE.]

METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint

Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave,
Rescued from Death by force, though pale and
faint.

Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint
Purification in the Old Law did save,

And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.

Her face was veiled; yet to my fancied sight Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shined So clear as in no face with more delight.

But, oh! as to embrace me she inclined,

I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night.

[TRANSLATIONS.]

THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.,

Quis multâ gracilis te puer in rosa,

Rendered almost word for word, without rhyme, according to the Latin measure, as near as the language will permit.

WHAT slender youth, bedewed with liquid odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha? For whom bind'st thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,

Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he
On faith and changed gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds and storms
Unwonted shall admire,

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold;
Who always vacant, always amiable,

Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful! Hapless they

To whom thou untried seem'st fair! Me, in my vowed
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung

My dank and dropping weeds

To the stern God of Sea.

[As Milton inserts the original with his translation, as if to challenge comparison, it is right that we should do so too.]

AD PYRRHAM. ODE V.

Horatius ex Pyrrhæ illecebris tanquam e naufragio enataverat, cujus amore irretitos affirmat esse miseros.

QUIS multâ gracilis te puer in rosâ
Perfusus liquidis urget odoribus
Grato, Pyrrha, sub antro?

Cui flavam religas comam

Simplex munditie? Heu, quoties fidem
Mutatosque Deos flebit, et aspera
Nigris æquora ventis
Emirabitur insolens,

Qui nunc te fruitur credulus aureâ ;
Qui semper vacuam, semper amabilem,

Sperat, nescius auræ

Fallacis !

Miseri quibus

Intentata nites. Me tabulâ sacer

Votivâ paries indicat uvida

Suspendisse potenti

Vestimenta maris Deo.

April, 1648.-J. M.

Nine of the Psalms done into metre; wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the Text, translated from the original.

PSALM LXXX.

I THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep,
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadest like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Joseph's seed,

That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright,
Between their wings outspread;

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,

And on our foes thy dread.

2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manasseh's sight,

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Awake1 thy strength, come, and be seen 1 Gnorera.

To save us by thy might.

3 Turn us again; thy grace divine
To us, O God, vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.

4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,
How long wilt thou declare

Thy 2 smoking wrath, and angry brow, 2 Gnashanta.
Against thy people's prayer?

5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears;
Their bread with tears they eat ;

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And mak'st them largely 3 drink the tears 3 Shalish.
Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe;

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Among themselves they laugh, they play,

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And flouts at us they throw.

7 Return us, and thy grace divine,

O God of Hosts, vouchsafe;

Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

8 A Vine from Egypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'st out nations proud and haut,
To plant this lovely Vine.

9 Thou didst prepare for it a place,
And root it deep and fast,

That it began to grow apace,
And filled the land at last.

10 With her green shade that covered all
The hills were overspread;

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Her boughs as high as cedars tall
Advanced their lofty head.

II Her branches on the western side
Down to the sea she sent,

And upward to that river wide

Her other branches went.

12 Why hast thou laid her hedges low, And broken down her fence,

That all may pluck her, as they go,

With rudest violence?

13 The tusked boar out of the wood

Upturns it by the roots;

Wild beasts there browse, and make their food
Her grapes and tender shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hosts; look down

From Heaven, thy seat divine;

Behold us, but without a frown,

And visit this thy Vine.

15 Visit this Vine, which thy right hand
Hath set, and planted long,

And the young branch, that for thyself
Thou hast made firm and strong.

16 But now it is consumed with fire,
And cut with axes down;
They perish at thy dreadful ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the Man of thy right hand
Let thy good hand be laid;
Upon the Son of Man, whom thou
Strong for thyself hast made.

18 So shall we not go back from thee
To ways of sin and shame:
Quicken us thou; then gladly we
Shall call upon thy Name.

19 Return us, and thy grace divine,
Lord God of Hosts, vouchsafe;

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