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A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.
This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.
WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son
LET us with a gladsome mind
ON THE DEATH OF A FAIR INFANT DYING OF A
Anno ætatis 17.
O FAIREST flower, no sooner blown but blasted,
That did thy cheek envermeil, thought to kiss,
For, since grim Aquilo, his charioteer,
Of long uncoupled bed and childless eld,
So, mounting up in icy pearlèd car,
But, all unwares, with his cold-kind embrace,
Yet art thou not inglorious in thy fate;
But then transformed him to a purple flower: