Classic Poem

Casimirus, Lib. 4. Ode 28

All-mighty Spirit ! thou that by
Set turns and changes from thy high
And glorious throne , dost here below
Rule all, and all things dost foreknow ;
Can those blind plots wee here discusse
Please thee, as thy wise Counsels us?
When thou thy blessings here dost strow,
And poure on Earth , we flock and flow
With Joyous strife , and eager care
Strugling which shall have the best share
In thy rich gifts , just as we see
Children about Nuts disagree.
Some that a Crown have got and foyl'd
Break it; Another sees it spoil'd
E're it is gotten : Thus the world
Is all to peece-meals cut, and hurl'd
By factious hands , It is a ball
Which Fate and force divide 'twixt all
The Sons of men . But o good God!
While these for dust fight, and a Clod ,
Grant that poore I may smile , and be
At rest, and perfect peace with thee.