IFALTONIANA. 



To my Reverend Friend the Author 

 of the Synagogue. 



LO V'D you for your Synagogue,before 

 I knew your perfon ; but now love you 

 more; 



Becaufe I find 

 It is fo true a pidlure of your mind : 



Which tunes your facred lyre 

 To that eternal quire ; 

 Where holy Herbert fits 

 (O fhame to prophane wits) 

 And fings his and your Anthems, to the praife 

 Of Him that is the firfl and laft of daies. 



Thefe holy Hymns had an Ethereal birth : 

 For they can raife fad fouls above the earth 



And 



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