Finds itself guest—no fable!
Whence is the mystic dower?
From Him Who is all power. G.
IX.
Æthiops lotus. Act. viii. 38.
Ille niger sacris exit, quam lautus! ab undis:
Nec frustra Æthiopem nempe lavare fuit.
Mentem quam niveam piceae cutis umbra fovebit?
Tam volet et nigros sancta Columba lares.
On the baptized Ethiopian.
Let it no longer be a forlorne hope
To wash an Ethiope:
He's washt; his gloomy skin a peacefull shade
For his white soule is made:
And now, I doubt not, the Eternall Dove
A black-fac'd house will love. Cr.
ANOTHER VERSION.
How fair this Ethiop comes from th' holy fount!
To wash a Black we may not vain account.
How bright a soul is in a cloudy skin!
The Dove now loves a black house to dwell in. B.
X.
Publicanus procul stans percutiebat pectus suum. Luc. xviii. 13.