Casimirus, [Lyricorum] Lib. IV. Ode XXVIII

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Title:     Casimirus, [Lyricorum] Lib. IV. Ode XXVIII
Author: Henry Vaughan [More Titles by Vaughan]

Almighty Spirit! Thou that by
Set turns and changes from Thy high
And glorious throne dost here below
Rule all, and all things dost foreknow!
Can those blind plots we here discuss
Please Thee, as Thy wise counsels us?
When Thou Thy blessings here doth strow,
And pour on earth, we flock and flow,
With joyous strife and eager care,
Struggling which shall have the best share
In Thy rich gifts, just as we see
Children about nuts disagree.
Some that a crown have got and foil'd
Break it; another sees it spoil'd
Ere it is gotten. Thus the world
Is all to piecemeals cut, and hurl'd
By factious hands. It is a ball
Which Fate and force divide 'twixt all
The sons of men. But, O good God!
While these for dust fight, and a clod,
Grant that poor I may smile, and be
At rest and perfect peace with Thee!

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Henry Vaughan's poem: Casimirus, [Lyricorum] Lib. IV. Ode XXVIII

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