NIMROD by Hester Pulter

When mighty 

Nimrod

, hunting after fame,

Built this huge 

fabric

 to get him a 

name

(Fearing another 

deluge

 might o’erflow,

And all man’s petty projects overthrow),

With slime and brick, instead of lime and stone,

He meant to reach unto God’s glorious throne.

O, vain! To think by those terrestrial towers

They

 could ascend 

super-celestial

bowers

,

Foolishly dreaming their dim mortal sight

Could view invisible, inaccessible light!

From this the 

fiction of the giants

 rose,

When they th’Olympic deities oppose;

Then fierce 

Egeous

 scorned Jove’s 

thunderstocks

,

When at his head he threw a hundred rocks;

Like molehills, mountain upon mountains hailed.

Thus, most presumptuously, 

they

 Heaven scaled,

Till thunder 

routed

 this rebellious crew.

So let usurping Nimrods have their due:

Let their accurséd plots prove their delusion;

For fancied glory, let them find confusion.

But from presumption, Lord preserve my soul,

That

 in thy mercy I may safely 

roll

,

Resting in Christ, that blesséd 

cornerstone

;

Then by his steps I’ll mount his glorious throne.

From: The Pulter Project

The weather in Lewis was amazing.  Peat cuttings in the last picture.