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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
XLIV. Francis Davison
GOD, who the universe doth hold
                In his fold,
Is my shepherd kind and heedful,—
Is my shepherd, and doth keepe
                Me his sheepe        5
Still supplied with all things needfull.
He feedes me in fieldes which beene
                Fresh and greene,
Mottled with Spring’s flowry painting;
Through which creepe with murmuring crookes        10
                Christall brookes,
To refresh my spirit’s fainting.
When my soule from heauen’s way
                Went astray,
With earthe’s vanities seduced,        15
For his name sake kindly he
                Wandering me
To his holy fold reduced.
Yea, should I stray throughe deathe’s vale,
                Where his pale        20
Shades did on each side enfold me;
Dreadles, hauing thee for guide,
                Should I bide,
For thy rod and staff vpholde me.
Thou my board with messes large        25
                Dost surcharge;
My bowles full of wine thou powrest,
And before myne enemies’
                Enuious eies
Balme vpon my head thou showerest.        30
Neither dures thy bounteous grace
                For a space;
But it knowes nor bound nor measure.
So my daies to my liue’s end
                I shall spend        35
In thy courtes with heauenly pleasure.

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