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Like the vain curlings of the watery maze	A
Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise	A
So Man declining always disappears	B
In the weak circles of increasing years	B
And his short tumults of themselves compose	C
While flowing Time above his head does close	D
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Cromwell alone with greater vigour runs	E
Sun like the stages of succeeding suns	E
And still the day which he doth next restore	F
Is the just wonder of the day before	F
Cromwell alone doth with new lustre spring	G
And shines the jewel of the yearly ring	G
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'Tis he the force of scattered time contracts	H
And in one year the work of ages acts	H
While heavy monarchs make a wide return	I
Longer and more malignant than Saturn	I
And though they all Platonic years should reign	J
In the same posture would be found again	K
Their earthy projects under ground they lay	L
More slow and brittle than the China clay	L
Well may they strive to leave them to their son	M
For one thing never was by one king done	M
Yet some more active for a frontier town	N
Taken by proxy beg a false renown	N
Another triumphs at the public cost	O
And will have won if he no more have lost	P
They fight by others but in person wrong	Q
And only are against their subjects strong	Q
Their other wars seem but a feigned cont st	R
This common enemy is still oppressed	S
If conquerors on them they turn their might	T
If conquered on them they wreak their spite	T
They neither build the temple in their days	A
Nor matter for succeeding founders raise	A
Nor sacred prophecies consult within	U
Much less themself to p fect them begin	U
No other care they bear of things above	V
But with astrologers divine of Jove	V
To know how long their planet yet reprieves	A
From the deserv d fate their guilty lives	A
Thus image like an useless time they tell	W
And with vain sceptre strike the hourly bell	W
Nor more contribute to the state of things	A
Than wooden heads unto the viol's strings	A
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While indefatigable Cromwell hies	A
And cuts his way still nearer to the skies	A
Learning a music in the region clear	X
To tune this lower to that higher sphere	X
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So when Amphion did the lute command	Y
Which the god gave him with his gentle hand	Y
The rougher stones unto his measures hewed	Y
Danced up in order from the quarries rude	Y
This took a lower that an higher place	A
As he the treble altered or the bass	A
No note he struck but a new stone was laid	Y
And the great work ascended while he played	Y
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The listening structures he with wonder eyed	Y
And still new stops to various time applied	Y
Now through the strings a martial rage he throws	A
And joining straight the Theban tower arose	A
Then as he strokes them with a touch more sweet	Y
The flocking marbles in a palace meet	Y
But for the most the graver notes did try	Z
Therefore the temples reared their columns high	Z
Thus ere he ceased his sacred lute creates	A
Th' harmonious city of the seven gates	A
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Such was that wondrous order and consent	Y
When Cromwell tuned the ruling Instrument	Y
While tedious statesmen many years did hack	A2
Framing a liberty that still went back	A2
Whose numerous gorge could swallow in an hour	B2
That island which the sea cannot devour	B2
Then our Amphion issued out and sings	A
And once he struck and twice the powerful strings	A
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The Commonwealth then first together came	C2
And each one entered in the willing frame	C2
All other matter yields and may be ruled	Y
But who the minds of stubborn men can build	Y
No quarry bears a stone so hardly wrought	Y
Nor with such labour from its centre brought	Y
None to be sunk in the foundation bends	A
Each in the house the highest place contends	A
And each the hand that lays him will direct	Y
And some fall back upon the architect	Y
Yet all composed by his attractive song	Q
Into the animated city throng	Q
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The Commonwealth does through their centres all	D2
Draw the circumference of the public wall	D2
The crossest spirits here do take their part	Y
Fastening the contignation which they thwart	Y
And they whose nature leads them to divide	Y
Uphold this one and that the other side	Y
But the most equal still sustain the height	Y
And they as pillars keep the work upright	Y
While the resistance of oppos d minds	A
The fabric as with arches stronger binds	A
Which on the basis of a senate free	E2
Knit by the roof's protecting weight agree	E2
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When for his foot he thus a place had found	Y
He hurls e'er since the world about him round	Y
And in his several aspects like a star	F2
Here shines in peace and thither shoots in war	F
While by his beams observing princes steer	X
And wisely court the influence they fear	X
O would they rather by his pattern won	M
Kiss the approaching not yet angry Son	M
And in their numbered footsteps humbly tread	Y
The path where holy oracles do lead	Y
How might they under such a captain raise	A
The great designs kept for the latter days	A
But mad with reason so miscalled of state	Y
They know them not and what they know not hate	Y
Hence still they sing hosanna to the whore	F
And her whom they should massacre adore	F
But Indians whom they would convert subdue	Y
Nor teach but traffic with or burn the Jew	Y
	-
Unhappy princes ignorantly bred	Y
By malice some by error more misled	Y
If gracious heaven to my life give length	G2
Leisure to time and to my weaknes strength	G2
Then shall I once with graver accents shake	H2
Your regal sloth and your long slumbers wake	H2
Like the shrill huntsman that prevents the east	Y
Winding his horn to kings that chase the beast	Y
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Till then my muse shall hollo far behind	Y
Angelic Cromwell who outwings the wind	Y
And in dark nights and in cold days alone	I2
Pursues the monster through every throne	I2
Which shrinking to her Roman den impure	J2
Gnashes her gory teeth nor there secure	J2
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Hence oft I think if in some happy hour	B2
High grace should meet in one with highest power	B2
And then a seasonable people still	K2
Should bend to his as he to heaven's will	K2
What we might hope what wonderful effect	Y
From such a wished conjuncture might reflect	Y
Sure the mysterious work where none withstand	Y
Would forthwith finish under such a hand	Y
Foreshortened time its useless course would stay	Y
And soon precipitate the latest day	Y
But a thick cloud about that morning lies	A
And intercepts the beams of mortal eyes	A
That 'tis the most which we determine can	L2
If these the times then this must be the man	L2
And well he therefore does and well has guessed	Y
Who in his age has always forward pressed	Y
And knowing not where heaven's choice may light	Y
Girds yet his sword and ready stand to fight	Y
But men alas as if they nothing cared	Y
Look on all unconcerned or unprepared	Y
And stars still fall and still the dragon's tail	M2
Swinges the volumes of its horrid flail	M2
For the great justice that did first suspend	Y
The world by sin does by the same extend	Y
Hence that blest day still counterpos d wastes	A
The ill delaying what the elected hastes	A
Hence landing nature to new seas is tossed	Y
And good designs still with their authors lost	Y
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And thou great Cromwell for whose happy birth	N2
A mould was chosen out of better earth	N2
Whose saint like mother we did lately see	A
Live out an age long as a pedigree	A
That she might seem could we the Fall dispute	Y
T' have smelled the blossom and not eat the fruit	Y
Though none does of more lasting parents grow	O2
Yet never any did them honour so	O2
Though thou thine heart from evil still unstained	Y
And always hast thy tongue from fraud refrained	Y
Thou who so oft through storms of thundering lead	Y
Hast born securely thine undaunted head	Y
Thy breast through poniarding conspiracies	A
Drawn from the sheath of lying prophecies	A
Thee proof behond all other force or skill	K2
Our sins endanger and shall one day kill	K2
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How near they failed and in thy sudden fall	D2
At once assayed	Y

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