| Joseph Friedlander, comp. The Standard Book of Jewish Verse. 1917. | | | | King David | | By George Peele |
| | | OF Israels sweetest singer now I sing, | |
| His holy style and happy victories; | |
| Whose muse was dipt in that inspiring dew, | |
| Archangels stilled from the breath of Jove, | |
| Decking her temples with the glorious flowers | 5 |
| Heaven rained on tops of Sion and Mount Sinai. | |
| Upon the bosom of his ivory lute | |
| The cherubim and angels laid their breasts; | |
| And when his consecrated fingers struck | |
| The golden wires of his ravishing harp, | 10 |
| He gave alarum to the host of heaven | |
| That, wingd with lightning, brake the clouds, and cast | |
| Their crystal armour at his conquering feet. | |
| Of this sweet poet, Joves musician, | |
| And of his beauteous son, I press to sing: | 15 |
| That help, divine Adonai, to conduct | |
| Upon the wings of my well-tempered verse | |
| The hearers minds above the towers of heaven | |
| And guide them so in this thrice haughty flight, | |
| Their mounting feathers scorch not with the fire, | 20 |
| That none can temper but thy holy hand; | |
| To thee for succour flies my feeble muse, | |
| And at thy feet her iron pen doth use. | | | | |
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