Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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Some Reflections of his upon the several Pe∣titions in the same Prayer.

I. HIS Sacred Name, with reverence pro∣found,
Should mention'd be, and trembling at the sound▪
It was Iehovah, 'tis our Father now,
So low to us, does Heav'n vouchsafe to bow:
Psal. 18. 9.
He brought it down, that taught us how to pray,
And did so dearly for our Ransom pay.
II. His Kingdom come: For this we pray in vain,
Unless he does in our affections raign:
Absurd it were to wish for such a King,
And not Obedience to his Scepor bring;
Whose Yoke is easy, and his Burthen light,
His Service Freedom, and his Judgments right.
Page  298 II. His Will be done; In Fact 'tis always done,
But as in Heav'n, it must be made our own:
His Will should all our Inclinations sway,
Whom Nature and the Universe obey.
Happy the Man, whose Wishes are confin'd
To what has been Eternally design'd;
Referring all to his Paternal care,
To whom more dear, than to our selves we are.
IV. It is not what our Avarice hoards up;
'Tis he that feeds us, and that fills our Cup:
Like new-born Babes, depending on the Brest,
From day to day we on his Bounty Feast▪
Nor should the Soul expect above a day
To dwell in her frail Tenement of Clay:
The setting Sun should seem to bound our Race,
And the new day a gift of special Grace.
V. That he should all our Trespasses forgive,
While we in hatred with our Neighbours live;
Page  299 Though so to pray may seem an easy task,
We curse our selves when thus inclin'd we ask:
This Prayer to use, we ought with equal care
Our Souls as to the Sacrament prepare▪
The Noblest Worship of the Power above,
I to extoll, and imitate his Love:
Not to Forgive our Enemies alone,
But use our Bounty that they may be won.
VI. Guard us from all Temptations of the Foe,
And those we may in several stations know:
The Rich and Poor in slippery places stand;
Give us enough, but with a sparing Hand:
Not ill-persuading Want, nor wanton Wealth;
But what proportion'd is to Life and Health.
For not the Dead, but Living sing thy Praise,
Exalt thy Kingdom, and thy Glory raise.
—Favete Linguis—
Virginibus Pueris{que} Canto,

Horat.