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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 148, by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE First Line: Inhabitants of heavenlie land Last Line: The blisse on you he laies. | |||
Inhabitants of heavenlie land, as loving subjects praise your kinge: You that amongst them highest stand, in highest notes Jehova singe. Singe Angells all on carefull winge: you that his Herauldes flie: And you whome he doth Souldiers bringe, in field his force to trie. O praise him Sunn, the Sea of light O praise him Moone the light of sea: You prettie Starres in robe of night as spangells twinckling, doe as they Thou Spheare within whose bosome plaie the rest that Earth emball You waters banke, with starrie baye O praise, O praise him all. All theis I saie advaunce that name, that doth eternall being showe: whoe bidding into forme and frame, not being yet, they all did growe. All formed, framed, founded soe, till ages uttmost date, they place retaine, they order knowe they keepe theire first estate. When Heaven hath praisd, praise Earth a newe: You Dragons first, her deepest guests: Then soundles deepes, and what in you, residing lowe, or moves, or rests, you flames affrighting mortall brests, you stones, that cloudes doe cast: you featherie snowes, from winters nests you vapours Sunnes apaste. You boistrous windes, whose breath fullfills what in his word, his will setts downe: Ambitious Mountaines, curteous hills you trees, that hills, and Mountains crowne both you that proude of native ground, stand fresh or tall to see: And you that have your more renowne, by what you beare then be. You beastes in woodes, untam'd that raunge, you that with men familliar goe: you that your place by creeping chaunge or ayrie streames with feathers rowe. you statelie kinges, you subjects lowe, you Lordes, and Judges all you others, whose distinctions showe howe sexe or age maie fall. All theis, I saie, advaunce that name, more high then skies, more lowe then grownd: And since advaunced by the same, you Jacobs sonnes, stand chieflie bound: you Jacobs sonnes, be cheefe to sound, your God Jehova's praise, so fitt them well, on whome is fownd, the blisse on you he laies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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