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First Line: Sweet, sacred hill! On whose fair brow
Last Line: Was then his chair.
Alternate Author Name(s): Silurist


Sweet, sacred hill! on whose fair brow
My Saviour sate, shall I allow
Language to love
And idolize some shade, or grove,
Neglecting thee? such ill-placed wit,
Conceit, or call it what you please
Is the brain's fit,
And mere disease;

2

Cotswold and Cooper's both have met
With learned swains, and echo yet
Their pipes and wit;
But thou sleep'st in a deep neglect
Untouched by any; and what need
The sheep bleat thee a silly lay
That heard'st both reed
And sheepward play?

3

Yet, if poets mind thee well
They shall find thou art their hill,
And fountain too,
Their Lord with thee, had most to do;
He wept once, walked whole nights on thee,
And from thence (his suff'rings ended)
Unto glory
Was attended;

4

Being there, this spacious ball
Is but his narrow footstool all,
And what we think
Unsearchable, now with one wink
He doth comprise; but in this air
When he did stay to bear our ill
And sin, this hill
Was then his chair.





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