Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Psalme XCIVI. Sir Philip Sidney and the Countess of Pembroke
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In closet of his care;
Who in th’ Allmightie’s shadow sleepes,
For one affirme I dare:
Jehova is my fort,
My place of safe repaire;
My God, in whom of my support
All hopes reposed are.
He shall thee sure unty:
The noisome blast that plaguing straies
Untoucht shall passe thee by.
Soft hiv’d with wing and plume
Thou in his shrowd shalt ly,
And on his truth noe lesse presume,
Then most in shield affy.
Nor arrow shott by day:
Though plague, I say, in darknesse fight,
And wast at noontide slay.
Nay, allbe thousands here,
Ten thousands there decay;
That ruine to approach thee nere
Shall finde no force nor way.
And seeing to relate,
What recompences shared be
To ev’ry godlesse mate.
When once thou mak’st the Lord
Protector of thy state,
And with the Highest canst accord
To dwell within his gate:
Shall farr excluded goe:
Nought thee to hurt, much lesse to kill,
Shall nere thy lodging grow.
For angells shall attend
By him commanded soe,
And thee in all such waies defend
As his directions show.
Their hands shall both be spred;
Thy foote shall never dash too hard
Against the stone misled.
Soe thou on lions goe,
Soe on the aspick’s head;
On lionet shall hurtlesse soe
And on the dragon tread.
I therefore will him free:
My name with knowledge he approves,
That shall his honor be.
He asks when paines are rife,
And streight receiv’d doth see
Help, glory, and his fill of life,
With endlesse health from me.