Second PART

He sendeth Springs into the Vales; Which from the Mountains burst. There ev'ry Field-Beast drinks his Fill, Wild Asses quench their Thirst. The Birds dwell there; among the Sprigs, They tune their chearful Voice. The Hills he watereth from his Clouds; Thy Fruits the Earth rejoice. He makes the Grass to grow for Beasts, And Herbs for Humane Use; That he, abundant Food for all, May from the Earth produce. Thence springs the gen'rous Wine, rich Juice, The Heart of Man, that chears; The Oyl, which makes his Face to shine, And Bread, which Strength repairs. God's Trees abound with Sap; he set Thy Cedars, Leb'non, there: Where Birds do build their Nests; her House The Stork makes in the Fir. The wild Goats climb the craggy Hills, And these their Refuge make: While Rabbets, with the feebler Kind, The Rocks for Shelter take.