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Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze	A
Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise	A
So Man declining alwayes 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
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
'Tis he the force of scatter'd 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 then Saturn	I
And though they all Platonique years should raign	I
In the same Posture would be found again	I
Their earthly Projects under ground they lay	J
More slow and brittle then the China clay	J
Well may they strive to leave them to their Son	I
For one Thing never was by one King don	I
Yet some more active for a Frontier Town	I
Took in by Proxie beggs a false Renown	I
Another triumphs at the publick Cost	K
And will have Wonn if he no more have Lost	L
They fight by Others but in Person wrong	M
And only are against their Subjects strong	M
Their other Wars seem but a feign'd contest	N
This Common Enemy is still opprest	N
If Conquerors on them they turn their might	N
If Conquered on them they wreak their Spight	N
They neither build the Temple in their dayes	H
Nor Matter for succeeding Founders raise	H
Nor Sacred Prophecies consult within	I
Much less themselves to perfect them begin	I
No other care they bear of things above	O
But with Astrologers divine and Jove	O
To know how long their Planet yet Reprives	H
From the deserved Fate their guilty lives	H
Thus Image like and useless time they tell	P
And with vain Scepter strike the hourly Bell	P
Nor more contribute to the state of Things	H
Then wooden Heads unto the Viols strings	H
While indefatigable Cromwell hyes	H
And cuts his way still nearer to the Skyes	H
Learning a Musique in the Region clear	Q
To tune this lower to that higher Sphere	Q
So when Amphion did the Lute command	N
Which the God gave him with his gentle hand	N
The rougher Stones unto his Measures hew'd	N
Dans'd up in order from the Quarreys rude	N
This took a Lower that an Higher place	H
As he the Treble alter'd or the Base	H
No Note he struck but a new Story lay'd	N
And the great Work ascended while he play'd	N
The listning Structures he with Wonder ey'd	N
And still new Stopps to various Time apply'd	N
Now through the Strings a Martial rage he throws	H
And joyng streight the Theban Tow'r arose	H
Then as he strokes them with a Touch more sweet	N
The flocking Marbles in a Palace meet	N
But for he most the graver Notes did try	R
Therefore the Temples rear'd their Columns high	R
Thus ere he ceas'd his sacred Lute creates	H
Th'harmonious City of the seven Gates	H
Such was that wondrous Order and Consent	N
When Cromwell tun'd the ruling Instrument	N
While tedious Statesmen many years did hack	S
Framing a Liberty that still went back	S
Whose num'rous Gorge could swallow in an hour	T
That Island which the Sea cannot devour	T
Then our Amphion issues out and sings	H
And once he struck and twice the pow'rful Strings	H
The Commonwealth then first together came	U
And each one enter'd in the willing Frame	U
All other Matter yields and may be rul'd	N
But who the Minds of stubborn Men can build	N
No Quarry bears a Stone so hardly wrought	N
Nor with such labour from its Center brought	N
None to be sunk in the Foundation bends	H
Each in the House the highest Place contends	H
And each the Hand that lays him will direct	N
And some fall back upon the Architect	N
Yet all compos'd by his attractive Song	M
Into the Animated City throng	M
The Common wealth does through their Centers all	V
Draw the Circumf'rence of the publique Wall	V
The crossest Spirits here do take their part	N
Fast'ning the Contignation which they thwart	N
And they whose Nature leads them to divide	N
Uphold this one and that the other Side	N
But the most Equal still sustein the Height	N
And they as Pillars keep the Work upright	N
While the resistance of opposed Minds	H
The Fabrick as with Arches stronger binds	H
Which on the Basis of a Senate free	W
Knit by the Roofs Protecting weight agree	W
When for his foot he thus a place had found	N
He hurles e'r since the World about him round	N
And in his sev'ral Aspects like a Star	X
Here shines in Peace and thither shoots a War	F
While by his Beams observing Princes steer	Q
And wisely court the Influence they fear	Q
O would they rather by his Pattern won	I
Kiss the approaching nor yet angry Son	I
And in their numbred Footsteps humbly tread	N
The path where holy Oracles do lead	N
How might they under such a Captain raise	H
The great Designs kept for the latter Dayes	H
But mad with reason so miscall'd of State	N
They know them not and what they know not hate	N
Hence still they sing Hosanna to the Whore	F
And her whom they should Massacre adore	F
But Indians whom they should convert subdue	N
Nor teach but traffique with or burn the Jew	N
Unhappy Princes ignorantly bred	N
By Malice some by Errour more misled	N
If gracious Heaven to my Life give length	Y
Leisure to Times and to my Weakness Strength	Y
Then shall I once with graver Accents shake	Z
Your Regal sloth and your long Slumbers wake	Z
Like the shrill Huntsman that prevents the East	N
Winding his Horn to Kings that chase the Beast	N
Till then my Muse shall hollow far behind	N
Angelique Cromwell who outwings the wind	N
And in dark Nights and in cold Dayes alone	I
Pursues the Monster thorough every Throne	I
Which shrinking to her Roman Den impure	A2
Gnashes her Goary teeth nor there secure	A2
Hence oft I think if in some happy Hour	T
High Grace should meet in one with highest Pow'r	X
And then a seasonable People still	B2
Should bend to his as he to Heavens will	B2
What we might hope what wonderful Effect	N
From such a wish'd Conjuncture might reflect	N
Sure the mysterious Work where none withstand	N
Would forthwith finish under such a Hand	N
Fore shortned Time its useless Course would stay	N
And soon precipitate the latest Day	N
But a thick Cloud about that Morning lyes	H
And intercepts the Beams of Mortal eyes	H
That 'tis the most which we deteremine can	I
If these the Times then this must be the Man	I
And well he therefore does and well has guest	N
Who in his Age has always forward prest	N
And knowing not where Heavens choice may light	N
Girds yet his Sword and ready stands to fight	N
But Men alas as if they nothing car'd	N
Look on all unconcern'd or unprepar'd	N
And Stars still fall and still the Dragons Tail	C2
Swinges the Volumes of its horrid Flail	C2
For the great Justice that did first suspend	N
The World by Sin does by the same extend	N
Hence that blest Day still counterpoysed wastes	H
The ill delaying what th'Elected hastes	H
Hence landing Nature to new Seas it tost	N
And good Designes still with their Authors lost	N
And thou great Cromwell for whose happy birth	D2
A Mold was chosen out of better Earth	D2
Whose Saint like Mother we did lately see	H
Live out an Age long as a Pedigree	H
That she might seem could we the Fall dispute	N
T'have smelt the Blossome and not eat the Fruit	N
Though none does of more lasting Parents grow	E2
But never any did them Honor so	E2
Though thou thine Heart from Evil still unstain'd	N
And always hast thy Tongue from fraud refrain'd	N
Thou who so oft through Storms of thundring Lead	N
Hast born securely thine undaunted Head	N
Thy Brest through ponyarding Conspiracies	H
Drawn from the Sheath of lying Prophecies	H
Thee proof beyond all other Force or Skill	B2
Our Sins endanger and shall one day kill	B2
How near they fail'd and in thy sudden Fall	V
At once assay'd to overturn us all	V
Our brutish fury strugling to be Free	H
Hurry'd thy Horses while they hurry'd thee	H
When thou hadst almost quit thy Mortal cares	H
And soyl'd in Dust thy Crown of silver Hairs	H
Let this one Sorrow interweave among	F2
The other Glories of our yearly Song	M
Like skilful Looms which through the costly threed	N
Of purling Ore a shining wave do shed	N
So shall the Te	N

Andrew Marvell

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