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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
A. Marvell
CXIV. Song of the Emigrants in Bermuda
WHERE the remote Bermudas ride 
In the ocean's bosom unespied, 
From a small boat that row'd along 
The listening winds received this song:— 
  "What should we do but sing His praise         5
That led us through the watery maze 
Where He the huge sea-monsters wracks, 
That lift the deep upon their backs, 
Unto an isle so long unknown, 
And yet far kinder than our own?  10
He lands us on a grassy stage, 
Safe from the storms, and prelate's rage 
He gave us this eternal Spring 
Which here enamels everything, 
And sends the fowls to us in care  15
On daily visits through the air. 
He hangs in shades the orange bright 
Like golden lamps in a green night, 
And does in the pomegranates close 
Jewels more rich than Ormus shows;  20
He makes the figs our mouths to meet 
And throws the melons at our feet; 
But apples plants of such a price, 
No tree could ever bear them twice. 
With cedars chosen by His hand  25
From Lebanon He stores the land; 
And makes the hollow seas that roar 
Proclaim the ambergris on shore. 
He cast (of which we rather boast) 
The Gospel's pearl upon our coast;  30
And in these rocks for us did frame 
A temple where to sound His name. 
O let our voice His praise exalt 
Till it arrive at Heaven's vault, 
Which then perhaps rebounding may  35
Echo beyond the Mexique bay!" 
  Thus sang they in the English boat 
A holy and a cheerful note: 
And all the way, to guide their chime, 
With falling oars they kept the time.  40

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