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PSAL. CXXXVI.

ET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind, For his mercies ay indure,

Ever faithful, ever fure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,

For of Gods, he is the God;

For his &c.

O let his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell.

For his &c.

Who with his miracles doth make
Amazed Heav'n and Earth to fhake,
For his &c.

Who by his wildom did create

The painted Heav'ns fo full of state.
For his &c.

Who did the folid earth ordain

To rife above the watry plain.

For his &c.

Who by his all-commanding might
Did fill the new-made world with light.
For his &c.

And caus'd the golden-treffed fun,

All the day long his courfe to run.

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For his &c.

The horned moon to fhine by night,

Amongst her fpangled fifters bright.
For his &c.

He with his thunder-clafping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.
For his &c.

And in defpight of Pharaoh fell,
He brought from thence his Ifrael.
For his &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main.

For his &c.

The floods ftood still like walls of glass,

While the Hebrew bands did pass.

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All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand fupplies their need.

none more worth

Among Modern Latin Poetry perusing than this divine Author.

Cardinal Polignac's Antiducretius is the chief of best Poem in Latin since Virgil.

Buchanan, Sannizarius, and a very few others are only ones

The only

Beast Notice.

of modern Latin Poetry, that deserve the

JOANNIS MILTONI

LONDINENSIS

POEMA T A.

Quorum pleraque intra Annum Ætatis Vigefimum
Confcripfit.

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