Three Verse Passages From A Prose Meditation

On verdurd trees ye silver blossoms grow Whose leaves atop their perfect whiteness show & faintly streak with stains of red below The western breeze steales ore ye shady grove to sigh near roses as insnard by love. The waves pushed on by waves in mountains ly Mixd with ye clouds ye Parent waters fly & the cross'd winds roar hideous in ye sky The east & west the south & north contend While the vexd sea beneath is neithers friend Above ye winds below the billows Jarr & nature is become the seat of warr Look how ye silent waters stealing by With such smooth motions as deceive our eye Returns ye pleasing pictures of ye sky There shines ye sun with imitated rayes her borrowd light ye paler moon displays & ye cleare heavens wear an azure face So lett thy temper due composure find By all the modest rules that bound ye mind That Whether fortune with a storm assails Or Courts thy wishes with indulgent gales No passion interpose a cloud between But on thy bosome undisturbd within May natures God & natures form [be seen]