Went sounding like a flail:
And Goody Cole at cock crow
Came forth from Ipswich jail.
THE WORSHIP OF NATURE.
HE ocean looketh up to heaven,
As ’twere a living thing;
The homage of its waves is given
In ceaseless worshiping.
Went sounding like a flail:
And Goody Cole at cock crow
Came forth from Ipswich jail.
THE WORSHIP OF NATURE.
HE ocean looketh up to heaven,
As ’twere a living thing;
The homage of its waves is given
In ceaseless worshiping.