Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
The Song of AnnahX. Michael Drayton
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That liuing Lord of might,
Which doth his seruant’s horn exalt
In al his people’s sight.
Which erst haue me abhord,
Because that my saluation
Dependeth on the Lord.
Besides thee none there are;
With our God there is no God
That may himselfe compare.
Ye neither boast nor vaunt,
Nor yet vnseemly speak such things
So proud and arrogant.
In depth cannot be sought:
Our enterprises and our actes
By him to passe are brought.
Subuerted are at length,
And they which weak and feeble were
Increased are in strength.
With labor buy their bread;
And they which hungrie were and poore,
With plentie now are fed:
Hath many children born,
And she which store of children had
Is left now all forlorne.
His iudgments all are iust;
He throweth downe into the graue,
And raiseth from the dust.
He al our thoughts doth trie;
He bringeth low, and eke againe
Exalteth vp on hie.
Whom men pursude with hate,
To sit amongst the mightie ones
In chaire of princely state.
He placed with his hand,
Whose mighty strength doth stil support
The waight of al the land.
The wicked men at length
He wil confound: let no man seem
To glory in his strength.
Shall be destroied al;
From heauen he shal thunder send,
That on their heads shal fall.
And giue his power alone
Vnto the king; and shal exalt
His owne annointed one.