They are the charge and care of the Most High, And therefore they shall challenge as their own, And for a sword he sharpens his fierce wrath: The thunderbolts, by the hand of the Most Darted, shall from the flashing lightnings fly; That hurleth stones: the thick hail shall be cast; JOHN DAY. DAY, one of the poets of James the First's reign, was the author of "The Blind Beggar of Bethnal Green," "The Isle of Gulls," and several other dramas. There is great breadth and vigour in the style of this writer: his lines occupy a mid-. dle place between the antique grandeur of Marlowe, and Dryden's nervous but finished couplets. JOHN DAY. MAN'S NATURAL INFIRMITY. WHAT means my God? Why dost present to me Raise me from this my grave-then I shall be Till thou, Elijah-like, dost overspread My limbs, I'm blind, I'm lame, I'm dumb-I'm dead! M CONTEMPT OF THE WORLD. ALOFT, O Soul! and make thy soaring plumes The world hath not a glass to represent Bewitch thee? Think, is not thy birth most high? 'Mongst all his earthly creatures? Thou art chief Thou art God's priestly Aaron, to present |