Classic Poem

Looke how the woods, where enterlaced trees
spread frendly armes each other to embrace,
joyne at the head, though distant at the knees,
waving with wind, and lording on the place:
so woods of corne
by mountaynes borne
shall on their showlders wave:
and men shall passe
the numbrous grasse,
such store each town shall have.

Looke how the Sunne, soe shall his name remayne;
as that in light, so this in glory one:
all glories that, at this all lights shall stayne:
nor that shall faile, nor this be overthrowne.
the dwellers all
of earthly ball
in hym shall hold them blest:
as one that is
of perfect blisse
a patterne to the rest.

O God who art, from whom all beeings be;
eternall Lord, whom Jacobs stock adore,
and wondrous works are done by only thee,
blessed be thou, most blessed evermore.
and lett thy name,
thy glorious fame,
no end of blessing know:
lett all this Round
thy honour sound,
so lord, o be it so.