John Milton — PSAL. LXXXVII

1          AMONG the holy Mountains high         Is his foundation fast,          There Seated in his Sanctuary,         His Temple there is plac't. 2          Sions fair Gates the Lord loves more         Then all the dwellings faire         Of Jacobs Land, though there be store,         And all within his care. 3          City of God, most glorious things          Of thee abroad are spoke; 4          I mention Egypt, where proud Kings          Did our forefathers yoke,          I mention Babel to my friends,          Philistia full of scorn,          And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,          Lo this man there was born: 5          But twise that praise shall in our ear          Be said of Sion last          This and this man was born in her,         High God shall fix her fast. 6          The Lord shall write it in a Scrowle          That ne're shall be out-worn          When he the Nations doth enrowle          That this man there was born. 7          Both they who sing, and they who dance          With sacred Songs are there,          In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance          And all my fountains clear.


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