Andrew Marvell: Where the Remote Bermudas Ride

Hugh Dickson - Pop
Andrew Marvell: Where the Remote Bermudas Ride
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Lyrics
Where the remote Bermudas ride In th' ocean's bosom unespy'd From a small boat, that row'd along The list'ning winds receiv'd this song What should we do but sing his praise That led us through the wat'ry maze Unto an isle so long unknown And yet far kinder than our own? Where he the huge sea-monsters wracks That lift the deep upon their backs He lands us on a grassy stage Safe from the storm's and prelates' rage He gave us this eternal spring Which here еnamels everything And sеnds the fowls to us in care On daily visits through the air He hangs in shades the orange bright Like golden lamps in a green night; And does in the pomegranates close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows He makes the figs our mouths to meet And throws the melons at our feet But apples plants of such a price No tree could ever bear them twice With cedars, chosen by his hand From Lebanon, he stores the land And makes the hollow seas that roar Proclaim the ambergris on shore He cast (of which we rather boast) The Gospel's pearl upon our coast And in these rocks for us did frame A temple, where to sound his name Oh let our voice his praise exalt Till it arrive at heaven's vault; Which thence (perhaps) rebounding, may Echo beyond the Mexic Bay Thus sung they in the English boat An holy and a cheerful note And all the way, to guide their chime With falling oars they kept the time
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- Andrew Marvell