Where the remote Bermudas ride <br />In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd, <br />From a small Boat, that row'd along, <br />The listning Winds receiv'd this Song. <br />What should we do but sing his Praise <br />That led us through the watry Maze, <br />Unto an Isle so long unknown, <br />And yet far kinder than our own? <br />Where he the huge Sea-Monsters wracks, <br />That lift the Deep upon their Backs. <br />He lands us on a grassy stage; <br />Safe from the Storms, and Prelat's rage. <br />He gave us this eternal Spring, <br />Which here enamells every thing; <br />And sends the Fowl's to us in care, <br />On daily Visits through the Air, <br />He hangs in shades the Orange bright, <br />Like golden Lamps in a green Night. <br />And does in the Pomgranates close, <br />Jewels more rich than Ormus show's. <br />He makes the Figs our mouths to meet; <br />And throws the Melons at our feet. <br />But Apples plants of such a price, <br />No Tree could ever bear them twice. <br />With Cedars, chosen by his hand, <br />From Lebanon, he stores the Land. <br />And makes the hollow Seas, that roar, <br />Proclaime the Ambergris on shoar. <br />He cast (of which we rather boast) <br />The Gospels Pearl upon our coast. <br />And in these Rocks for us did frame <br />A Temple, where to sound his Name. <br />Oh let our Voice his Praise exalt, <br />Till it arrive at Heavens Vault: <br />Which thence (perhaps) rebounding, may <br />Eccho beyond the Mexique Bay. <br />Thus sung they, in the English boat, <br />An holy and a chearful Note, <br />And all the way, to guide their Chime, <br />With falling Oars they kept the time.<br /><br />Andrew Marvell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bermudas/
