Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.
Sonnet XXXIV. Barnaby Barnes
O
Victorious Conqueror of Hell and Death!
Oh that I had whole westerne windes of breath!
My voice and tongue should not be so remisse;
My notes should not be so rare and demisse:
But everie river, forrest, hill, and heath,
Should eccho forth his praise; and underneath
The world’s foundations sound that it is His!
Hee which did place the world’s foundations;
Hee which did make the sunne, the moone, and starres;
Who with his bloud redeem’d all nations,
And, willing, none from Paradise debarres:—
Shall not all instruments and voices sounde
His glories, which in all these things abounde?