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Edward Farr, ed.  Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth.  1845.
Psalme LXXII
VI. Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke
Deus judicium.

TEACH the king’s sonne, who king hym self shall be,
  Thy judgmentes, Lord, thy justice make hym learn;
To rule thy realme as justice shall decree,
  And poore men’s right in judgment to discern.
          Then fearelesse peace        5
          With rich encrease
        The mountaynes proud shall fill:
          And justice shall
          Make plenty fall
        On ev’ry humble hill.        10
Make him the weake support, th’ opprest relieve,
  Supply the poore, the quarrell-pickers quaile:
So ageless ages shall thee reverence give,
  Till eyes of heav’n, the sun and moone, shall faile.
          And thou againe        15
          Shalt blessings rayne,
        Which down shall mildly flow,
          As showres thrown
          On meades new mown
        Wherby they freshly grow.        20
During his rule the just shall ay be greene,
  And peacefull plenty joine with plenteous peace;
While of sad night the many-formed queene
  Decreas’d shall grow, and grown, again decrease.
          From sea to sea        25
          He shall survey
        All kingdoms as his own;
          And from the trace
          Of Perah’s race,
        As far as land is known.        30
The desert-dwellers at his beck shall bend,
  His foes them suppliant at his feete shall fling:
The kinges of Tharsis homage guifts shall send;
  So Seba, Saba, ev’ry island king.
          Nay all, ev’n all        35
          Shall prostrate fall,
        That crownes and scepters weare;
          And all that stand
          At their command,
        That crownes and scepters beare.        40
For he shall heare the poore when they complaine,
  And lend them help, who helplesse are opprest:
His mercy shall the needy sort sustaine;
  His force shall free their lives that live distrest.
          From hidden sleight,        45
          From open might,
        Hee shall their soules redeeme:
          His tender eyes
          Shall highly prise,
        And deare their bloud esteeme.        50
So shall he long, so shall he happy live;
  Health shall abound, and wealth shall never want:
They gold to hym, Arabia gold shall give,
  Which scantnes deare, and dearenes maketh scant.
          They still shall pray        55
          That still he may
        So live, and flourish so:
          Without his praise
          No nights, no daies,
        Shall pasport have to go.        60
Looke how the woods, where enterlaced trees
  Spread frendly armes each other to embrace,
Joyne at the head, though distant at the knees,
  Waving with wind, and lording on the place:
          So woods of corne        65
          By mountaynes borne
        Shall on their shoulders wave:
          And men shall passe
          The numerous grasse;
        Such store each town shall have.        70
Looke how the sunne, so shall his name remayne;
  As that in light, so this in glory one:
All glories this, as that all lights, shall stayne:
  Nor that shall faile, nor this be overthrowne.
          The dwellers all        75
          Of earthly ball
        In hym shall hold them blest:
          As one that is
          Of perfect blisse
        A patterne to the rest.        80
O God who art, from whom all beings be;
  Eternall Lord, whom Jacob’s stock adore,
And wondrous works are done by only thee,
  Blessed be thou, most blessed evermore.
          And lett thy name,        85
          Thy glorious fame,
        No end of blessing know:
          Lett all this round
          Thy honor sound:
        So, Lord, O be it so!        90

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