We anchor in deep waters, safe from shore,

A furlongs sigh as if the world were lost.

Restless with rest, until, be

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ing overthrown,

And hear submissive oer the stormy main

Gods chartered judgments walk for evermore.

B九_九_藏_书_网ut what time through the heart and through the brain

Of our ripe peach, or let the wilful sun

Or a small wasp have crept to the inner-most

It learneth to lie quiet. Let a frost

LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost

Attain to a calm. Ay, shouldering weights of pain,

Shine九_九_藏_书_网 westward of our window,--straight we run

And ruffled without cause, complaining on--

God hath transfixed us,--we, so moved before,