Poems by Joseph Addison
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Salve magna parens frugum Saturnia tellus,
If yet your thoughts are loose from state affairs,
I.
Long had our dull forefathers slept supine,
I.
Our lives, discoloured with our present woes,
How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
The spacious firmament on high,
O Liberty! thou goddess, heavenly bright,
The spacious firmament on high,
The Spacious Firmament on high,
While haughty Gallia's dames, that pread
In the first rise and infancy of farce,
The Campaign, A Poem, To His Grace The Duke Of Marlborough
The Lord my pasture shall prepare
The spacious firmament on high,
How long, great Poet, shall thy sacred lays
When all Thy mercies, O my God,
When rising from the bed of death,