Drive down, ye hails; pour fnows and winds,

Pale terror where I stray!

My foot a path, yet verdant, finds
Where Virtue smooths the way!

O Thou, by whofe all-gracious hand
The cherub Mercy stands,
Smiling, at each divine command,
With fondness o'er the lands;

Pale fhiv'ring Want reject,

Where mourns the long, the deep-drawn figh

The anguish of neglect !

While lordly Pride and cufhion'd Easc

Petition's tear despise;

O let this hand the mourner raise,

And wipe her ftreaming eyes!

When Death fhall call me to my Lord,

To bow beneath his throne;

His praise be the divine reward,
That charity has won.

There,

There, where no wintry storms affright,
No tempests shake the pole;

No gloomy fhades of dreary night
Appall the waking foul;

There let me ever hymn, adore,
And love th' immortal King;

Love, while dread Winter breaks no more
Th' eternity of Spring!

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OLD ENGLISH WORDS USED BY SPENSER,

And found in the following Poem.