Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
The DoveLXXVII. Richard Zouche
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Which o’er the world, new-bath’d, did hou’ring fly,
The low-coucht seas, and high-plac’t land above,
Discerne with faithfull, though with fearfull eye,
That what both land and sea resounding ring
We may to this All-maker’s prayses sing.
And sees him safely reach the heartlesse ground,
Guide thee in all thy passages aright,
And grant thy course be sure, thy resting sound,
From Mount of Oliues, as from hill of bayes,
Blest with the branch of peace, though not of praise.
From sinking in the deluge of despayre,
Whils’t with poore feather’d oares she passe the waues
Of this all-vulgar-breath’d, storme-threatening ayre,—
Deare Lord, vouchsafe with patient looke t’ attend
Her flight’s both trembling rise and humble end.