Classic Poem

Through humane clouds thy Raies
Like Lightning glide;
No prejudice thy Sentence swaies,
For Knowledge is thy Judgements guide.

The proud, my Soul oppose,
And slight thy Lawes;
Help, Lord, for many are my Foes,
They hate me yet without a cause.

I never did (thou know'st)
These Broiles begin,
In which, though I adventure most,
Yet I am certain least to winn.

But oft deplor'd and strove,
With care t'avoid;
My life such dangers could not love,
Better to save than kill imploy'd.

My other sufferings far
Their Calumnie
Outweighs: who tell the World this war
(My greatest cross) was rais'd by Me.

Yet this by silence I
Willingly could own;
Might it their malice satisfie,
Whilst thou my innocence hast known.

Deceitfull Murtherers shall
Thy Vengeance finde;
Already some by timeless fall,
Are barr'd the fruit their Rage design'd.

Who War affect suppress,
My God arise,
Lift up thy self; my Foes increase,
Pregnant with Mischief, Sin, and Lies.

My Life and Conscience they
At once invade;
Let that to their fierce Rage a Prey,
Ere this to thy just Wrath be made.

My clearness Refuge claims;
Yet if my Blood
Can onely quench my Kingdoms flames,
Let my own Subjects sluce the Flood.

But (O) the Blood of Me
Their sinfull King,
Washt in my guiltless Saviours be,
Thy mercies unexhausted Spring.

When Death, thy Wrath t'appease,
I undergo,
My People from this sinn release;
Forgive! They know not what they do.