“Make the great God thy
Fort, and dwell
In Him by faith and do not care
(So shaded) for the Power of hell,
Or for the cunning Fowler's snare,
Or poison of th' infected air.
His plumes shall make a
downy bed,
Where thou shalt rest: He shall display
His wings of truth over thy head,
Which, like a shield, shall drive away
The fears of Night, the darts of Day.”—English poet Thomas Carew (1595-1640), “Psalm 91,” in The Poems and Masques of Thomas Carew, edited by Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth (1893)
In Him by faith and do not care
(So shaded) for the Power of hell,
Or for the cunning Fowler's snare,
Or poison of th' infected air.
Where thou shalt rest: He shall display
His wings of truth over thy head,
Which, like a shield, shall drive away
The fears of Night, the darts of Day.”—English poet Thomas Carew (1595-1640), “Psalm 91,” in The Poems and Masques of Thomas Carew, edited by Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth (1893)
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