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TO spread the azure Canopy of Heaven,
And make it twinkle with those spangs of Gold,
To stay the pondrous Globe of Earth so even,
That it should all, and nought should it uphold;
To give strange motions to the Planets seven,
Or Jove to make so meek, or Mars so bold,
To temper what is moist, dry, hot, and cold,
Of all their Jars that sweet accords are given:
Lord, to thy Wisdom's nought; nought to thy Might,
But that thou shouldst (thy Glory laid aside)
Come meanely in mortality to 'bide,
And die for those deserv'd eternall plight,
A wonder is so far above our wit,
That Angels stand amaz'd to muse on it.