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CHAMBERS WITH AN INTRODUCTION BY CANON BEECHING VOL. LONDON GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS. I.POEMS OF HENRY VAUGHAN SILURIST EDITED BY E. . P. LIMITED NEW YORK : E. K. BUTTON & CO.

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.CONTENTS OF VOL. I. PAGE vii Table of Contents Introduction SiLEX Scintii. Prefatory Note. Preface the FoUowii I The Dedication . Authoris (de 3e) EmLlema to liv The Author's Hymns Texts .. Part i..EX 16 1650. Scintillans. II 13 [Vain Wits and Eyes] Iii... 19 A Dialogue 23 Resurrection and Immortality Day of Judgment 2S 28 Religion 30 33 37 The Search Isaac's Marriage . Regeneration Death..lans. ..

. [Thou That Know'st The Retreat ....... for \\Tiom I Mourn]...... ..CONTENTS... There's a Tie of Bodies! and as They] Peace The Passion [And Do They The Relapse The Resolve . Come Midnight Content [Joy of my Life The Storm The Morning-Watch The Evening-Watch Church Service Burial .... so ? .. The British Church The Lamp Man's Fall........ . [Come.. ... Passion . ... I What Do I Here?] . ... . ...... .. Days ! 'Tis Now] Have They a Sense] .... . While I^eft me Here !] [Silence and Stealth of Cheerfulness [Sure.... and Recovery The Shower Distraction The Pursuit Mount of Olives The Incarnation and The Call Vanity of Spirit .. ........... .......

123 125 . Dressing . The Match Rules and Lessons Corruption . 150 153 .CONTENTS..ie.. 91 94 lOI H[oly] Scriptures Unprofitableness Christ's Nativity . 136 137 139 The Tempest Retirement 142 145 146 148 Love and Discipline The The The The Pilgrimage Law and World Mutiny the Gospel . 134 . Easter-Day Easter 132 133 Hymn The Holy Communion Psalm 121 Affliction . . XI PA. 127 130 .. . no "3 114 116 Repentance The Burial of an Infant 120 121 Faith The Dawning Admission Praise . 108 Son — Days . . 103 104 los The Check Disorder and Frailty Idle Verse ..

166 • 168 Man [I 169 171 Walk'd the Other Day. ii. to Spend my I lour] Begging . 187 . The Bird The Timber The Jews Begging . 198 200 201 Trinity-Sunday Psalm 104 202 207 . 193 The Favour The Garland Love-sick 19s 197 . 209 212 - Palm-Sunday . 214 216 . Misery . 155 158 161 . PAGE The Constellation The Shepherds . Cock-Crowing Star 189 191 Palm-tree. . . Ascension-Day Ascension Part . 174 SiLEX SCINTILLANS. Hymn into the 177 180 [They are All Gone White Sunday Wo •Id of Light] 182 I'Si The The The Joy Proffer . The Sap Mount of Olives .xii CONTENTS. 1655.

. 272 The Feast 274 . Mary Magdalen The RainBow The Seed Growing Secretly [As Time One Day by Me did Pass] [Fair and Young Light my Guide to Holy The Stone The Dwelling-place The Men of War The Ass The Hidden Treasure 226 227 . 269 271 . ! .CONTENTS. 256 Anguish Tears . The Night Abel's Blood ^54 Righteousness . 259 260 261 Jacob's Pillow-and Pillar The Agreement The Day of Judgment Psalm 65 The Throne 264 . Childhood 249 251 . Jesus xiii PAGE Weeping The Daughter of Herodias Providence 218 219 220 223 225 Jesus Weeping. .. The Knot The Ornament S. Death . .. 230 232 234 ] 236 238 241 242 244 247 . 267 .

287 289 295 Notes to Vol. PAGE The Obsequies The Waterfall Quickness 278 280 282 28j The Wreath The Queer The Book 2Sa 2lM To the Holy Bible L'Envoy \. .CONTENTS.

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once the seat of the warlike tribe of Silures. days the had sent heroes to and supplied a victim to Richard Crookback. whence the poet's grandfather had migrated to Newton. the " Skethrock upon Usk " of the Prefaces and here the poet was brought . Esquire. Henry Vaughan came of an ancient and honourable Welsh family. so it is said. Rictiard III. is meant. the fallentis semita vita. with the sound' of the sacred river always in his ears. near Scethrog. His path in life. This family in old Agincourt. poet. 8. to distinguish among the many families bearing the name that which had its home in south-east Wales. V. Davy Gam. as became a banks the . passim.' have attained to immortality in the pages of Shakespeare. which appears on all his books after the first. never for long his wandered is from its proudest title Olor and his muse is certainly never happier than when promising an everlasting memory to its " lov'd arbours " and "gliding streams. and names of two of Sir and these. The title Silurist. iv. log ." Most of the facts known of Iscaniis. ^ Henry I.INTRODUCTION. . Thomas Vaughan. ancestral place Their was Tretower Castle. up. VOL. Swan of Usk .

They have both left behind them elegant and classicality affectionate tributes in Latin elegiacs to their old preceptor. a twin with his brother Thomas. as well as a lively sense of their obliga- tions towards him. and to have imbibed a strong affection for their tutor. was a life of successful culars. et lubiica nostri posthuma vita tibi. whom Anthony k Wood calls " a noted schoolmaster of his time. This date is arrived at from the tombstone." When seventeen years old they went up to Jesus 1 The registers are missing prior to 1718. so retired we owe to the brief memoir Anthony h Wood. Bridget. in Athe7icc Oxonienses . Matthew Herbert. indeed. father. Lyte.xvHi HENRY VAUGHAN. goes so far as to exalt the tutor above his own life. the Rev. as the bestower of a less perish- able " Divide discipulum. The two brothers received their schooling from a neighbouring clergyman. He was born in 1621-22 ' at Newton S. which gives the age as 7^ in i6()5. the diligence of the poet's first editor. Rector of Llangattock. and the graceful of these praises compositions proves v/ere how well their deserved." In Mr. Grosart has gleaned a few more. in discoverinp' a few further parti- and Dr. besides tracing the poet's pedigree and starting many unfounded genealogical conjectures. " they seem to have made considerable progress in classical literature. . brevis haec Pars vertat patri." Henrj'. Lyte's words. better known as Eugenius Philalethes. Mr.

because brief as it is. resolute. Sir George Vaughan. which xix had already begun to draw most of here its members from the Principality Thomas took his degree. and published several specimens We may as well allow this pungent thereof. Rosicrucian an understander of some of the Oriental languages. He was neither papist nor sectary. b 2 .^ but Henry does is not appear to have done so. a zealous brother of fraternity. but a true. College. Anthony a Wood thus describes him fire. Oxford. to the horror of all good men. "he spent two years or more in logicals under a noted tutor. the War beginning. and became Rector of his native place on the presentation of a kinsman. no to According Anthony a Wood. is said from chemical fumes." biographer to conclude his brief memoir. a noted son of the the experimental philosopher. protestant in the best sense of the Grosart has collected his poetry Church of England. on which he returned to Oxford and studied alchemy under the patronage of Sir Robert it for Scotland.INTRODUCTION. followed the pleasant paths of poetry and philology. and there entry even of his matriculation. 1665. and a tolerable good English and Latin poet. in his edition of Henry Vaughan.nn : He was a great chymist. he became at length eminent in his own : 1 He took orders. . he was sent for home. it is the sum of what we know "Afterwards applying his mind to the study of physic. became noted for his ingenuity. Secretary of State " . 27th Februarj'. but was ejected by the Parliamenfary Commissioners Murray. Civil But soon after." Dr. He died.'' and then was taken from college and " designed by his father for the obtaining of some knowledge in the municipal laws at London.

is nostri e Scotia reditum gratulatoria. would have been able to keep him informed of what was going forward in the University. and containing at least one good couplet " The same kind virtue doth at once disclose The beauty of their thistle and our rose." Vaughan's Hterary hfe opens while he was still in the year 1641 of ode? at Oxford. and the reader divide the may. likening his Sacred Majesty to the sun in splendour. Henry Vaughan must have left Oxford before King Charles set up his court there at the close of 1642. for his brother's talent. he would naturally take pains to secure a conBut the College books." If Anthony a Wood's dates are to be trusted.XX HENRY VAUGHAN. collection Eucharistia Oxoniensis: in Caroli Rei:. tribution from his pen. His brother. being oblivious of Henry Vaughan's existence. county for the practice thereof. according to his inclination. and having a great admiration. give us no help on this point. and was esteemed by scholars an ingenious person. to which Vaughan's tribute was a courtly compliment enough. The occasion was the appearance of a entitled. . It is just possible that he had gone to London before the appearance of Eucharistia Oxoniensis. as we shall see presently. who continued to reside. but proud and humorous. next few years between Oxford and London.

whose tendency was always to the amorphous. Five years after this patriotic effusion there appeared a volume of collected verses " Poems with the tenth Satyre of Juvenal Englished. was never at highest anything but Platonic. and are addressed to Amoret. xxi In either place. 'cause it doth remove The thing which elemented it. of the difference between him and other lovers. comparison of the poem " To Amoret. gent." shows that the youthful poet was very A much taken with a Donne had written certain idea of the master's. " Pull sublunary lovers' love." with Donne's famous " Valediction forbidding mourning. (Whose soul is sense) cannot admit Of absence. No doubt the attraction precious metal of his Donne lay in the thought. and out. in fact. because of his too careless composition. some traces of of which gleam here and there in these pages. . it has long ago gone They are. Vaughan would have been an ardent Royalist. but the worst possible model for Vaughan. The fire in them. in this case after most young poets. a bad model for any young poet to choose. studies Donne." Of the thirteen original poems in this little book.INTRODUCTION. by Henry Vaughan. like most Welshmen. we are assured in the Preface. like the love-verses of . more than half are : very properly upon the eternal theme.

xxu HENRY VAUGHAN. And shew their art And painted fires. and : so he writes " Just so base sublunarj' lovers' hearts. of lust Can with those elements Freely dispense and sense And court the mind. As April's mildest tear. finds that he cannot better the expressions. wishing to express the same idea." V'aughan. by pow'rful love so much refined That my absent soul the same is. also. Whilst I. it is. they soon depart." . lips. Careless to miss A glance or kiss. Observe. But we by a love so far refined That ourselves know not what Inter-assured of the mind. and hand to miss. for May Or face an eye comply will as But those removed. m " A Song to Amoret " the pretty image ' His blood as chaste and temperate run." What " is original is and characteristic in these love-poems the observation of nature." there is throughout the poem what we learn to recognize as the true note of Vaughan. gone from home. In To Amoret. Fed on loose profane desires. Care less eyes." although the couplet before the last is another echo of Donne's " Valediction.

as not unfrequently happens in false Vaughan. " the home Katherine Philips. better known as ^ Matchless Orinda. by a rhyme : "The amorous The sun shall here convey In His best beams thy sliade to play.enteentb Century Studies. And when at last the winds and tears Of heaven. though by no means do they attain to Carew's mastery of the metre.' . the the day. be on this grove." is also the best . Shall these green curls bring to decay And clothe thee in an aged gray — If ought a lover can foresee. Gosse's " Se'. see Mr. Probably in this and the other octosyllabic poems we may assume the influence of Carew.— From hence transplanted thou shalt stand A fresh grove in th' Elysian land. A fine couplet in the following extract is marred. which celebrates of a famous poetess of Priory Grove. Shall from his wings rain on thy flowers And the moon from her dewy locks . and anticipates something of the " witty delicacy " of Marvell. Shall deck thee with her brightest drops Whatever can a fancy move. with the consuming years. The last xxiu poem in the book. whose posthumous volume appeared in 1640.INTRODUCTION. active air the gentlest showers . Or if we poets prophets be. Or feed the eye. they are smoother than the odes." 1 For an account of this lady. it embalms both a real friendship and a genuine love of nature.

thoughts that have been lost and forgot.and the consumption of that further fate which attends it. but have not the Author's approbation to I have law on my side. Here a flame hath been sometimes extinguished. thus: " to — continues The Author had long agoe condemn'd these Poems to obscuritie. The second volume Iscanus. appeared in 165 with a dedication to Lord Kildare Digby. I present thee then not only with a book. More important of the is the Publisher's Preface to the to Reader. I hold it no man's prerogative cencie. so that the presumption must be that the poet . of secular verse. I to fire his own house. and they have partly known that oblivion. but now they break out again like the Platonic reministhe fact. thanking him for " numerous favours and kind influences " the latter a favourite word with Vaughan always. though never a sword. the . This censure gave them a gust of death. which. first the year after the publication of the volume. and in this kind the is first recoveries from corruption. Olor 1. What these favours and influences were we have now no means of determining. which our best labours must come to at last. but with k prey. after referring the rescue the fire ^neid by Augustus from which Virgil had condemned it.XXIV HENRY VAUGHAN. and to be always strictly and astrologically interpreted." The Preface to Lord Digby bears date 1647.

" Now. fated to alter the whole current of literary must at this time have fallen into his hands. In the Preface to Silex Sctntil/atis. 0/ whom I am the least. his or a considerable portion of for the press. Herbert's 1 631." published so long before as life.INTRODUCTION. but here we have the much rarer case of a poet endeavouring to suppress his manuscripts before they have seen the light. some reason changed it. Poets are not unapt to become disgusted with their offspring very soon after their presentation to the world. consigning it to " oblivion " for four years. Vaughan's early verses were remarkably free from any libertine taint ing his — remarkably. and had then for mind and withdrawn his consent. whose holy life and verse gained many pious converts. and Vaughan's " Temple. xxv the book. What cause t can we assign for so remarkable a resolution It is not difficult to conjecture. and he in all probability is responsible also for the Publisher's Preface. and that too when they were already furnished with a noble godparent. he speaks of himself as Herbert's convert. George Herbert. after which it was published without The Augustus Vindex was probably Thomas Vaughan. who pens some energetic couplets among the prefixed panegyrics. first "The that with any effectual success attempted a diversion of this foul and overflowing stream [of lewd verse] was the blessed man Mr. had prepared it. the apology consider- models--and he makes .

they are interlined with pious mixtures many virtuous and some But if the world will be request. I and those which escaped from me are. till — rivers cease to run. that after his "conversion" he rejected them as the "confusions of a wasted youth. I have by his saving assistance supprest my greatest follies. and men to read. Olor Iscanus. Sidney. as . I do here most humbly and earnestly beg that none would so charitable as to grant my read them. also the first merit it is hymn of praise to the Usk. Petrarch. After rehearsing the the chronicle of rivers made famous by time.xxvi HENRY VAUGHA hi them . for in it this is Preface is much too high- pitched plain. Ausonius." " Blessed be God for it. so that the poems referred to as suppressed must be some that were actually destroyed they can hardly be tillans . mighty singers of collocation of all Orpheus. think. those published by the brother in 165 1 — the book is we are now considering was concealed from the likely. — unless the its title publication author. which not The poem a that gives is to the in volume." It ." This Preface was not prefixed to Silex Scintill the second edition in 1654. . however. Apollo. innoxious as most of that vein use to be beside. and Habington — names which in latter-day readers may " raise a superior smile the poet goes on to promise his own I sea a fame no less glorious.

Orinda another to " my worthy friend Master T.INTRODUCTION. and died there. but the round critic is However that if that may be. joy without fear. K. Usk not celebrated." For this men who how he sings of it : " Garlands and songs and roundelays. Caerleon. . And laden with the rich arrear Spend it in spicy whispers there." There are a few other poems in the volume written in this metre which always with Vaughan seems a condition and pledge of a heightened style and livelier fancy one is addressed to the " most excellently accomplished." daughter of Charles L. but from a greater of the King. dewy nights and sunshine days. . the fault Hes not with the poet any more than with the " cease to but with is read. Lewes. The turtle's voice. who was imprisoned in Carisbrooke Castle after her father's execution. * * » The factor wind from far shall bring The odours of the scatter'd spring. Mrs." poet. . Mild. is xxvii to be feared that whatever fame the enjoy its Usk may at present it among first sacred streams comes to not from singer. must allow Vaughan's river. all Dwell on thy bosom » the year." who is not otherwise famous a third is an epitaph upon the unhappy "Lady Elizabeth. Philips." that is to say. . the author of the " Idylls and centres not round Skethrog.

if they are to be readable. but none moved. In the poet. in ten-syllable and couplets satires. we must take notice this Ad Posteros. and doubtless might have done so. R. and men advance. because he feared the voice that cries from innocent blood : "Credidimus nempe insonti vocem esse cruori Et vires quse post funera flere docent. nor so on. So near to lightning . W. " he had not praises his omitted to record friend's fighting : it.iy " O When I like the Fathers in the ! mist thy face I might in and cloud ev'ry crowd fire fell See arms like thine.it d." which is to keep his friend's name immortal. of Donne's must at graphy. those of autobioas least be written by Donne chiefly Vaughan are interesting Before considering these. with pardonable vanity.xxviii HENRY VAUGHAN. near Chester. and laments that have fallen upon the evil days of the Presbyterian heresy and the Civil War. which. after the manner . of a Latin poem. if friend. He writes an elegy on some Mr. He declares that in the war he took no active part.. This is how he th. slain in the late unfortunate ^lifferences at Rowton Heath. is But the bulk of the book couplets. instructs posterity as to his birth his lot should and education. he seems to have taken no faint interest those who did." But though he himself did not gird on in the sword.

which seems to have been of unusual weight. Ridsley. ere well the foe could understand. and that the society at Brecknock. J. Drew blood." confirms the supat if position that he had Royalist forces. whither he had retired to practise physic. contains a couplet which may the surprise modern paid to readers accustomed to homage Shakespeare . There are also usual verses commendatory of the publicaone of which upon Fletcher tions of the time. that he had been to the usurers." P'rom which description it would look as if the writer were himself present on the field. Have j'ou observ'd th' xxix how soon the nimble eye Brings object to conceit. to various things. " Upon a Cloke lent him by Mr. such as the marble gowns on recumbent " effigies.INTRODUCTION. and had acquired a distaste for them. And a line or two in a burlesque poem. the the was not congenial to him under new Parliamentary regime. After comparing the cloak. and doth so vie Performance with the soul that you would swear The act Just so mov'd he and apprehension not lodged there like shot his active hand : . even some time joined the he had abstained from slaying his man. he goes on it O that thou hadst when this juggling fate I Of soldiery first seized me At what rate Would I have bought it then. what was there I but would have given for the compendious hut ! From other poems in the volume we infer that he was poor.

" would 'twere done." we say with a renowned critic. with whom Vaughan alethes. " True." "An excellent piece of work. especially those in octosyllables from Boethius and Casimir : which. : the passin times and diversions of a choice Country Muse poems on With some learned remains of the eminent Eugenius Phil- The editor of this volume is a certain W. From will the quotations already given the reader allow that the proper praise for this sort of is writing conveyed by such epithets as " spirited " or "vigorous. who was a granddaughter of the But neither the Epistle dedicatory nor that to the Reader supplies the explanation why the author prefers making his bow thus by . who contributes an elaborate dedication to Henry Somerset. and match'd past. pied with natural description. his great-great- grandmother." From these we pass with pleasure to the versions from the Latin. Ben must live . could claim alliance through third Earl." or "forcible. A volume appeared in 1678 under the title of " Thalia Rediviva several occasions. seventh Earl and third Marquis of Worcester. are turned with sympathy and Before returning to Silex Scintillatis." I. it be well to examine what remains of the secular poetry..ccX Undone all future wits. and thou th-. which will was published the year before Olor Iscanus. \. but bate him.XXX HENRY VAUGHAN. being for the most part occuoften with felicity.

because it is prefaced by commendatory verses not only from " Orinda. W. but to yield to the importunity of friends." to thee "' Most noble Bodley. : The change may be reasonably Denham. and their smoothness is only Here are a few specimens comparative. divide themselves once into couplets of eight more verse and ten syllables . proxy. It may have been one of his proud humours. and I. like xxxi We cannot suppose that the volume was. published without his consent. Olor Iscanus. we are bound . the pause more often at the close of the line. This is thy monument here thou shalt stand Till the times fail in their last grain of sand. v.'ill This tomb never let thy honour sleep. are The contents of the volume. Waller.^nd woe. so far as they Henry Vaughan's. and every sense the will. attributed to the influence of and Herrick. not to poems on his own account." but from his more intimate friend and neighbour Dr.INTRODUCTION. new measure of strength and sweetness. And wheresoe'er thy silent relics keep. The smoother." Thou Not flying roll written with tears . of Cantreff. but for thy foe. of which Anthony a publish secular Wood makes mention." . in a panegyric of his own implies that the title was chosen by Vaughan. who had infused into the rhythm a " " 'J'he will served God. Powell. For no small part of our eternity. for thy royal self. But Vaughan's lines are in no sense imitative of any of these poets. but the latter show is much improvement.

" So from our cold rude world. in his notice of Vaughan in Mr. G." unkindly suggests that "perhaps Etesia's name imply implies that she was good to love for a year and no longer." The poem upon strained its the Eagle is." is that she Of course. To his warm Indies the bright sun retires There in these provinces of gold and spice Perfumes his progress. but even in it wildest flights lyrics in the has touches of sublimity. As before.xxxii HENRY VAUGHAN. And early sunbeams. which silently bemoan Our sad distractions. And prove that light in kinder climates can Work more on senseless stones than here on man. who succeeds Amoret in our poet's Platonic affection. a and fantastic performance. what it does was as comfortable and conProbably. The addressed to book are with but one exception Etesia. come. Simcox. on the whole.sts of dew. Unfolds then from the earth's cold breast Heaves gently. and salutes the hopeful East. the passage the summer trade-wind. A. Ward's "English Poets. the retir'd throne Of thy fair thoughts. the best verses are those which are concerned with nature. into crj'stals day . . Vaughan borrowed the name from stant as in Boethius which he thus translates: . though but thin and few itself. pleasures fill his eyes Which so refreshed in their return convey Fire into rubies. Take for another ex- ample " this fine simile Iiut as the • mary-gold in fea. which all things tires. So from thy quiet cell.

of these love-poems are chiefly drawn from sun. Who Dr. Straight she her various store discloses. Lyte must have had good authority. VOL. Lyle states wife five his memoir that Vaughan "was first twice married. The restrictions imposed by the proper balance of the dialogue have made this the most formally successful of all Vaughan's performances." in which the shepherds Damon andMenalcas bewail the fate of Daphnis. and stars. who stands for Thomas Vaughan. and children." For such a very definite statement Mr. it would seem more courteous for an editor in the absence of The subjects all evidence to assign one to each. there were two wives as well as two measure-gracing pseudonyms. "Thus when the warm Etesian wind The Earth's seal'd bosom doth unbind. and it remains unverified. The volume concludes with an " elegiac eclogue. they are not wanting in graceful compliments. and by the second. These are contained in the two parts of Silex Scintillans. published in 1651 and 1655 with a few . names in for the poet's first Mr. moon. We turn now to the religious poems. the lady was is another matter. had by his two sons and three daughters. xxxiii And purples every grove with roses. If. however. c .INTRODUCTION. but he does not quote it. and though they never rise to rapture. one daughter. Grosart has convinced himself that Amoret and Etesia are varying wife.

but as a poet he is certainly superior to Herbert. George Macdonald Vaughan's . what is the relation in which Vaughan stands to his predecessor. Lyte. himself to this modest comparison all Mr. troversy it — art is not comhence Herbert a judgment that makes Into this con. For just as in mediaeval times there raged a feud between the Vaughans and Herberts. who opens the campaign. so in these days of revived interest in Vaughan. with a much : larger infusion of poetic feeling and expression. Grosart very indignant." On the other side. in "England's Antiphon " retorts : " parable to that of Herbert remains the master" Dr. A question that meets us on the threshold is. Vaughan may be inferior. a sharp warfare has been waged round these same two standards in the field of religious poetry.xxxiv HENRY VAUGHAN. no less bitter and unassuageable than that between the Montagues and Capulets. " " Pious Thoughts and Ejaculations added to Thalia Rediviva. confines " Preserving : the piety of George Herbert." Archbishop Trench follows on the same side " As a divine. they have less of his quaint and fantastic turns. is we have no intention here of entering really subsumed under that larger con- troversy between Rhetoric and Imagination. which wiiich in the world of poetry represents the everlasting conflict . Herbert ? and to this question we must endeavour to make a reply as free as possible from partisan feeling. between Matter and Form.

superior to Herbert's Sunday. it does not seem worth while raising the further question. Lyte for asserting . on the one hand through shapelessness. Vaughan's model in poetry he says. . though everyway.. I limit : Vaughan's feeling debt to Herbert almost gift of wholly gracious c 2 to spiritual quickening. as we think." Deniall. as it would seem.'' Dr. perishing. imbecility. But even this simple matter of critical poetry. gives birth to Art . . or. In his Disorder and Frailty we find the final rhymes managed in a way that just ' that Herbert was " the resemblances. The editor of the fac-simile reprint of Silex Scintillans attacks Mr. reminds us of the mend my rhyme' of the and in Repentance we find Vaughan transferring to his own page some expressions from Herbert's Aaron. A more profitable topic of investigation would be the exact debt that the one poet owes to the other. xxxv each in the struggle winning from the other some qualities necessary to existif it fail. observation. and the is more than that profoundly exagger- . therefore. has been made the subject of controversy.INTRODUCTION.. When we have said. that Herbert has a greater share of the form of and Vaughan of the matter. " so far as we can see are these Vaughan's Son-days is similar in style. which is the greater poet. on the other through ence. Grosart is more " Summarily I deny that Henr>' Vaughan curt was an imitator of George Herbert.

"' all calm as . fixes for first Grosart In the him. which will show that Vaughan did not ate. I as witte." tire And tame proud Again. The reader must excuse us if we meet summary denial with a few parallel passages. this hideous path." Which my Qo^/eels as blood. which thus appears " Turning to him." such a fix so narrow a limit to his borrowings as Dr. place. in " Providence " Herbert says " : Thou hast made poor sand where it Check the proud sea. e'en swells and " gathers. But thy fair branches as blood." we observe that he has been reading Herbert's "Discipline ." which is a reminiscence of Herbert's the " Agonie " : lines in " Love is that liquor sweet and most divine.xxxvi HENRY VAUGHAN." and when he sees the Ring of Eternity. Vaughan writes : " Most blessed Vine Whose juice I feel so good felt as wine. there are a certain of thoughts and metaphors simply " Passion " number "conveyed" In the from the elder poet by the younger. bat Again." and rhymes with " Cease thou thy wrath. " Take no more these ways. when Vaughan writes. in " The Mutinie who made poor sand to waves.

" appropriate so directly. Thus. and pours milk on grass and flowers. and so honestly with some change makes it his own. Occasionally there can be no doubt that Vaughan improves on his original by some transmuting touch of the imagination. and means "drops that turn to honey. which he contrasts with the temple of the heart : . For another e. in For example. Balm on the cleft-earth.xample the curious reader may compare Herbert's "Flower" with " I walkttheotherday. he does not often More often in borrowit he employs of sense." In the " Rainbow " Vaughan writes : When Forms thou dost shine darkness looks white and fair : [groans] turn to musick. 171). it xxxvii was bright" or applies these twO epithets to conscience.INTRODUCTION. clouds to smiles and air Ram gently spends his honey-diops."(p. do not hurt my flowers . but gently spend Your honey-drops." where " honey-drops " is what grammarians call a proleptic use. he has been in love with the first line Herbert's "Virtue. we understand But that. ing a phrase. Herbert had written vidence" : " Pro- " Rain. Herbert has a reference in "Sion " to Solomon's Temple. like all the of world." using the phrase pictorillly of rain-drops with the sunlight on them.

will The poem.' And then follow final two magnificent verses on verse in which Night. No dead and dusty cherub. undoubtedly with this poem in his mind. nor carv'd stone. mystical and rare . When And Than loud joys want a wing anj' arted string. glorj- " Lord. be found on page 251 Take instead a verse from "The 1 Tree. crav'd the seer's care. a verse upon the Deity which reaches the sublime.xxxviii HENRY VAUGHAN. which Palm : is too long to quote. . A silent tear can pierce thy throne ."l Vaughan." which also depends The poem concludes " All Solomon's sea of brass and world of stone Was not so dear to ihee as one good groan. gold When Solomon's Temple stood and flourished. while the Jews did sleep. did my Lord hold And Where trees lodge alone and herbs did watch and peep And wonder. with what wast thou serv'd of old. Where most things were of purest The wood was all embellished With flowers and car\'ings. makes the contrast between Solomon's Temple and the Temple of i^'ight^ in which Nicodemus found " Christ. All show'd the builder's. Nc mercy-seat of gold." sweeter airs stream from a groan ." This was too bad a verse not to be imitated sooner or Vaughan has elsewhere " later. and a Vaughan has achieved the rarest of successes for a religious poet. But his own living works.

" beginning " King of glory. should as of Vaughan. go." bodies. This Solomon of old By flowers and carvings and mysterious skill Of wings and Cherubims and Palms foretold. " King of comforts. and who is content to be the friend of truth as well for himself. O Lord. and is very : successful in Herbert's own rhetorical way " Celestial natures still Aspire for home. visits are. not so. the large tincture of quaintness and the occasional . quaint sin. upon this xxxix poem of Herbert's." Examples of poems more generally influenced by Herbert are " Leave." too. Be black parasite." " Rules and Maxims." " sugared ." " Peace. King of life. peace. King of peace." " " Content." which are obviously modelled on the two in the "Temple. however much they may deplore it . will have no difficulty in pur- suing the investigation it chance to interest him. it is how thy still." would take more space than is at our disposal to point where in each case the similarity lies." " Sure thy gadding a tye of fresh here's How rich. King of love." and " King of mercy. but the readerwhose ears and eyes are open. leave thoughts.INTRODUCTION. borrow more It than their form from the "Church-porch." " Go." " follies. There is one side of Vaughan's debt to Herbert which his friends and well-wishers can hardly deny. The lucky world shewed me one day and the two beginning.

xl HENRY VAUGHAN. others in paraphrase. Now turn to one must admit that the management of the metre is much below Herbert's." though he comes near it with his "reversed thunder. as the critic above quoted suggests. side by side and considering them carefully. and the "pulleys" from another well-known poem of Herbert's. The little writing of the sonnet cannot be too much admired. no one can allege that Herbert has anything quite so bad as Vaughan's " Time's prerogative and interest deducted from the whole. of conceit which he drew from his In the infelicity master. not." he sets himself to vie with Herbert in the elaboration of such conceits." But how unapproachable by Herbert It would is most of Vaughan's second verse be uncharitable to detail the many offences against literary good taste which Vaughan has committed while pursuing his master along this devious track one more only shall be quoted ! Vaughan. although the arrangement of ideas has to recommend it . poem called "Son-days. . that some of the images are merely borrowed. the "milky way " undisguisedly." which we should agree with him presents little but the sonnet on Prayer. that the general arrangement of ideas is not much better. Every . Further. but the only thoughts that rise above the level of conceits are those in the second and thirteenth lines. The reader will learn something from setting them similarity. Herbert's "Sunday. taking as a model.

exaggerate the extent of Herbert's influence. mists pack away And the moon mourns. But there was a radical diversity in the nature of the two men that could not but find expression in their poetry. their wages. Stars shut up shop. pales its ineffectual not. and to vie with him in the manufacture of curious conceits. Vaughan owed him his and so the practice of religious poetrj'. And it is undoubtedly the mystical element in Vaughan's writing by which he takes rank as a Herbert was Doet. an ascetic. Vaughan a mystic. " The stars were coming down to If they know and serve here. When we to have allowed religious life.INTRODUCTION /lere. we have perhaps stated the case not unfairly. As Mr. that he followed him in the employment of certain metres and in the treatment of certain topics. Simcox justly phrases it. He may occasionally out-Herber^ ." Before this. and even here the excellent " But as in Nature when the day Breaks." might mend fire. the worst Herbert can do on the topic. night adjourns. One must that however. xli upon a subject where when he is is content to be himself he often fehcitous and somelast line is times subhme . that he was content to adopt certain of his tropes and phrases.

xlii

HENRY VAUGHAN.
in

Herbert

metaphors and emblems, but
it

in spite

of them, and even through them,

is

easy to

see that he has a passion for Nature for her

own
that

sake

;

that he has observed her
is

moods

;

him no less than a veil of the Eternal Spirit, whose presence may be felt in any, even the smallest, part. Such a temper,
indeed the world
to

notwithstanding occasional aberration,
apart

is

poles

from

one

which

merely

ransacks

phenomena for quaint
"

similitudes. ^
in

"I,"'

he says,

Was shown

one day

a strange glass

That busy commerce kept between God and his creatures, tho' unseen,

They

hear, see, speak,

And

into strange discoveries break.'

He

quotes
viii

or

writes
"

a

Latin

version

of

Romans

19:

Etenim

res creatce exerto

1 It must not be forgotten that Vaughan was a Doctor of Medicine, and that medicine in the seventeenth centurj- was

not

many

points

removed from the Hermetic

mj-steries of

which

his brother

Thomas was an acknowledged

votarj-.

Physic then

took more interest in the study of plants and minerals and the
influence of stars, than in anatomy.

Several references to his

studies occur in poems, e.g., " Resurrection

and Immortality," "The Constellation," " The Favour," " I walked the other day " " to spend my hour." In Repentance there is a reference to the
doctrine of Signatures.
antiquarj-

Dr. Grosart quotes from a letter of the
:

Aubrey to Anthony a Wood " I desire your kindness to tell him [Dr. Plott of Magdalen Hall] that I have writt out for him the Natural Historj' of Wiltshire and of Surrey, and a sheet or two of other counties, and am now sending to my cosn. Henry Vaughan (Silurist) in Brecknockshire to send me
the natural history of
it,

as also of the other circumjacent

counties

:

no man

fitter."

INTRO'DUCTION.
capite

xHii

observantes

expectant

revelationem
:

Filiorum Dei," and then bursts out
"

And do they so? liave they a sense Of ought but influence ? Can they their heads Hft, and expect And groan too? Why th' Elect Can do no more my volumes said They were all dull, and dead They judg'd them senseless, and their
:

;

state

Wholly inanimate Go, go, seal up thy looks

And burn thy
"
I

books.
tree.

would

I

were a stone, a

by pedigree, Or some poor high-way herb, or spring
flower

Or

To

flow, or bird to sing

!

Then should I, tied to one sure All day expect my date.
But
I

state,

am
let

sadly loose, and stray,
blast each

A

giddy

way

;

O

me

not thus range

!

Thou

canst not change."

The reader

will

at

once

recall
"
:

Herbert's

celebrated stanza in "
"

Employment

O

that

I

were an Orange-tree
I

That busy plant

Then should Some

ever laden be,

A.nd never want
fruit for

him that dressed me."
is

As a
fitter

single verse, this

perhaps finer

;

no

emblem

of busy fruit-bearing could have
;

been hit upon but it occurs in a poem made up of disconnected " conceits, or call them what

xliv

HENRY VAUGHAN.
will,"

you

and the orange-tree

itself

is

not

appealed to as a piece of unhuman nature in contrast with man, but rather as a thing by itself, even a lusus naturcc. We smile and
applaud, and there our emotion ends.
orange-tree and ourselves.

We

do

not really see any point of contact between an

Vaughan aims

Now this is what showing us, therein in a measure anticipating Wordsworth. "He makes us feel," as Mr. Myers says of Wordsworth, " that Nature is no mere collection of phenomena, but infuses into her least approaches some sense of her mysterious whole " and he
at
;

regards
for

man

as

a

part of nature, only with

greater capabilities than the other creatures both

good and

evil.
;

Hence nothing

in

nature

is

uninteresting to \'aughan, as to Wordsworth, " the common things that round us lie " have

each their beauty
" Yet have
I

known thy

slightest things,

A

feather or a shell,
or rod,

A stick
It
is

which some chance brings.

The
this

best of us excel."

conception of the universe
a

redeems from mere quaintness such instance, as " Cock-crowing "
:

which poem, for

" Their eyes watch for the moming-hue,

Their

little

grain expelling night,

So shines and sings, as if it knew The path unto the house of light. It seems their candle, howe'er done.

Was

tinn'd

and lighted

at the sun."

INTRODUCTION.
Naturally
in

xlv

this

strong sense

of the

divine

nature leads to an equally strong sense of
toil

contrast between the "

unsevered from tran-

and man's waywardness. This contrast is at the root of many of his poems, such as "Distraction," " Corruption," " The Pursuit," and notably of the
quillity" of the rest of the universe
restless

splendid

poem
to

called " Man.'' Others, again, call
his lethargy

upon man
"

awake from

and open
is

his eyes to the lessons of

which nature

full.

Mighty Love," says the poet, " has laid surprises in each element " to catch man's heart.
If

man
him

will

but attend, everything
life.

will

discourse
is

to

of the true

"

The wind "

a true

type of freedom, for
" though gather'd in thy fist. it blow still where it list
;

Yet doth

the

Streams

are

a

true

type

of

man's

pilgrimage

"As
All

this restless vocal spring

day and night doth run, and sing, here born, yet is acquainted Elsewhere and JJowing keeps untainted ; So let me all my busy age III thy free services engage

A nd though
,

'

;

the growth of man's spirit
of a seed

is

like the

growth

" Dear, secret Greenness nurst below Tempests and winds and winter-nights,
!

Vex

not, that but

one sees thee grow,
all

That One made

these lesser lights.'

xlv

HENRY VAUGHAN.
world, he declares, would be Paradise
or, at

The
still,

least, the purlieus of Eden, if man would but look about him with intelligent eyes. As it is he loses wonder with innocency. This

thought
familiar

inspires
to
all

"

The
its

Retreate,"
inclusion

a
in

poem
the
for

from
in

"

Golden Treasury,"
"

which the poet longs

the time

When

yet

I

had not walkt above

A

mile or two from

my

first

love,

And

looking back, at that short space,
;

Could see a glimpse of his bright face IVhcn on sotne gilded Cloud or Flower Uly gazing soul wtuld dwell an hour. And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows 0/ eternity."
It is

possible that

many

of Vaughan's readers

may

care less for his mystical theology than for

the occasional beauties of natural description
or imaginative

phrase
In

;

a few of which very
first

here be noted.

the

may poem of
:

" Silex Scintillans "

we come upon

this

" And as a Pilgrim's eye
Far from relief. Measures tlic melancholy sky. Then drops and rains for grief."

The

second, called Death, contains this quatrain
:

upon the grave
"

A

gloomy sphere, and the cloud Sits on the Sun's brow all the year, And nothing moves without a shroud."
nest of nights, a

Where shadows

thicken,

INTRODUCTION.
This verse
is

xlvi''

very characteristic of a certain

mood

of Vaughan's, in which his imagination
itself

disports

among

the
:

wilder

and

more

elemental forces of nature

" Restless Motions, running Lights

Vast circling Azure, giddy Clouds, Days, Nights."

Again, take two descriptions of Dawn, each
in
its

way
"

perfect

;

the

first

is

from " The

Search

"

I

see a

Rose
East;"

Bud
the other

in the bright

is from a magnificent poem on the Second Advent, called " The Dawning :" at what time wilt thou come, he asks, at evening, or midIt must be at dawn. night, or at dawn ?

" Indeed,
All

it is

the only time
:

That with thy glory doth best chime

now

are stirring

;

everj' field

Full hj-nuis doth yield

The whole

creation shakes off night,

And

for thy

shadow looks the

light

Stai's

now

vanish without number,
;

Sleepy planets set and slumber

The

furrj-

clouds disband and scatter ;—

A II expect sojnc sudden
That morning
star."

matter
far

Not one beam triumphs, but from

Space forbids more abundant
the

illustration,

but

reader will not

fail

to

note the epithet

xlviii

HENRY VAUGHAN.
and Psalm civ. being a characteristic and both admirably paraphrased) nor
;

"purling corn" in the version of Psalm Ixv.
(that

choice,

this line

about starlight

:

" stars nod and sleep

And through

the dark air spin a fiery thread."

Indeed,

if

truth

must be

told,

much

the poet of fine lines

Vaughan is very and stanzas, of

imaginative intervals.

Not

that there

may

not

be found a considerable number of his poems where a high level of writing is sustained throughout besides the famous " They are all gone into the world of light," which some will have to be very like a black swan,
;

there

are

"Abel's
"

Blood,"

"The
"
I

Night,"

" Childhood,"

The

Favour,"

walked

spend my hour," " Man," "Affliction," "The Dawning," "And do they so," " The Morning-watch," " Come, come, what But in a still do I here," "The Retreate."
the other day to

greater
finely

number of cases either his poems begin and then lose themselves in the sands, or else, to use his own image, some very flinty ground yields a quite unanticipated spark." "The Bird" and "The Timber" are good
instances of

the

first

class

;

of

the

second

"Joy"
in

affords a characteristic example.

He

is

symbolic vein, and has called merrymaking, amongst other things, "a groan
Herbert's
well drest,"

"griefs tun'd,

a suger'd dosis

Of

INTRODUCTION.

xlix

roses,"
"

wormwood, and a death's-head croun'd with when he at once jDroceeds
:

He

A
If

lesson play'd

weighs not j-our forc'd accents, who can have him by a wind or wave."

more truth must be told {pace Dr. must be allowed that there are far too large a number of the religious poems entirely unrelieved by any spark and some for which there is no epithet but banal. Such are generally the hymns on Church Festivals and poems on incidents of Scripture History. Vaughan had no graceful gift of rhetoric to fall back upon like Herbert when his imagination was not active, and hence the commonplaces of
Still

Grosart),

it

;

religion,

which

in

priately,

that, to

Herbert are touched so approuse the words of Coleridge,

" the reader

cannot conceive

how he

could have

expressed them otherwise without loss or injury
to his meaning," in
lessly
If

Vaughan became more hopecommonplace and trivial, or else ludicrous. the latter epithet seem too strong, the reader

it wh d turns to '^The Brittish Church," or " Palm-Sunday,''' or 'Ascension Hymn," or

will justify

or "Tears." One metre seems especially attractive and fatal to him in this mood, that, namely, m which Shakespeare's Pyramus and Thisbe condole each other's

"Church-Service,"

fates.

A few words may be said in conclusion about Vaaghan's influence on succeeding poets.
VOL.
I.

B

I HENRY VAVGHAN. Of course he was never popular. The very shadows of the clouds Have power to shake me as they pass.000 from the press. One copy." In the case of other poets one must speak more cautiously but certainly there are to be . though far. way to Wordsdis- worth's covered.^ as Archbishop Trench and became the germ of the great " Ode on the Intimations of Immortality. ." owes something to this less fine>but verse of still striking." Vaughan's influence is traceable in two other The fine verse in the well-known passages. however. Thy h." And the substance of an elaborate simile in the fourth power in book of the "Excursion" on the soul's with circumstance is to be found a single line of " Death " to deal : " Mists make but triumphs for the day. found library. I think. " Affliction of Margaret/' " My I apprehensions come in crowds dread the rustling of the grass . lound here and there - in Vaughan curious anti- J-et • Household Hook of English Poetry" (2nd Ed.). Vaughan : " There's not a wir.d can stir Or beam But straight pass by. Silex Scintillans fell still-born its copies of the "Temple"' were sold in a few years.and is nigh. While 20.

though Wordsworth does not his prefaces. order. But thou Shalt in thy mother's bosom sleep. John Brown {Hortr Suisecivir. is The refer to influence on Wordsworth. But seeks lie your obedience. such as the following." But this may be fanciful. there is also Arnold's manner " Perhaps some nights he'll watch with you. li^hi. who had to read 'Vauglian for his Specimens of the British Poets. but not without injurj'." did not disdain to phick the roots without acknowledgment.' Similarly in a verse here and there.INTRODUCTION. I seem to hear the voice of Miss Rossetti : " Just so it is in death. one . however. IVkiist I each mi)iute groan to krunv Hozv near Redemption creeps.^ Vaughan any of 1 Dr. for example. 30) points out that Campbell. cipations of a li associated with other names. be found in Vaughan. and peep When it were best to sleep. Your calm and well-trained flight . curiously in certain." with "some few up by scattered thoughts that meet our eye amidst his harsh pages like wild-flowers on a barren heath. to rhythm and music that are now There is much. and speaks of him as "one of the harshest even of the inferior order of the school of conceit. of Matthew and in the line italicized : Arnold's early philosophy about emulating the tranquillity of the stars. ii.

Of his life as a physician.lii HENRY VAUGHAN. we know tracts. 33-6). When . but would have had none for him. Haran. Nahor. widow Eliza A : tombstone was placed over his grave in Llansaintfread Churchyard bearing the inscription Henricus Vaughan M. and trembled at each shower. In his poem of " The Rainbow " Campbell wr tes. on 23rd April. which have been by Dr. Grosart. when Sham's admiring eye Thy burnisht flaming Arch did first descry I Terah. The youthful world's gray fatJi^rs in one knot. Lot. but little.D. {Genealogica. as the chiefly collected death-day of Shakespeare." a noticeable is distingjuished heath " : verse. SILURIS : SERVUS INUTILIS PECCATOR MAXIMUS HIC JACEO GLORIA A^ MISERERE u own of these so-cailed wilj-tiowers and transplant it to garden. at or near Brecknock. a date which has significance for us. He died in 1695. He died intestate . but how verj' the original " wild-flower" on its much more own "barren " How bright wert thou. It remains to conclude the memoir. He published various prose translations. administration was gi^anted to his iii. 1 " How came To view which is the world's grayfathers forth the sacred sign. Abram. Did with intentlve looks watch every hour For thy new light.

SILEX SCINTILLANS. .

Surdus eram. sine voce. T/ioltmque. Et frustrh sancio nnirmure pranionuit. En lacerum ! Fragmenta.[From the 1650 Edition. Saxea rumpis Pectora. fateor. mutzisque Silex Tu (quanta tuorum : Cura tibi est !) alld : das renovare vid . Caelosque tuos ardentia et tandem liquidas ex Adamante genas. Perviutas Citrarn Posse negas. et Accedis propior. O populi providtis usque tui ! Quam miranda tibi manus est I Moriendo. . SE) EMBLEMA. sine vulnere s<epiu: <^ me Consultum vohiit Vox. rtvixi . Scopulosque vomentes Curasti. jitque Care.l AUTHORIS (DE TENTASTI.cXzs jam sum ditior inter opes. Et hz. frequen: : Ambivit placido divitiior aura meatu. dr^ Jatnque irritutus Amorem zdm Vi stiperare paras . quodftdt ante Lapis. Sic olim undantes Petras.

'^ kingdom hath abounded with those which in the late notion are termed Wits. and a most vain. which idle poems will certainly bring to their unrelenting — — authors. insatiable desire to be reputed poets . of theirs for that is the 'Bpa^elov and laureate crown.THE AUTHOR'S PREFACE TO THE FOLLOWING HYMNS. but their own but the case is far worse. and for oiany ages after. leaving behind them no other monuments of those excellent abilities conferred upon them. cogitation of idle words. if those willingly studied and wilfully published vanities could defile no spirits. is too well known. And well it were for them. {From the 1655 Edition. Many of them having cast away all their fair portion of time in no better employments than a deliberate search. but such as they may with a predecessor term parricides. and a soul-killing issue. . or exthis That ingenious persons. like . These vipers survive their parents.

but these men had in remembrance. gudm cu7n In English thus. . vile fancies. Si mallet laudare Demn . S^c wit most worthy in tried gold to shine. epidemic diseases. Immortal gold had he sung the divine Praise of his Maker to Whom he preferr'd Obscene.2 THE PREFACE. et ceierno tinctum qiiodfulgeat auro. " their memorial is blessed . infect whole generations. ebumis Coenosuin versare solum. liquidajn temeravit critnim vocem rastris quitentat Hand aliter. A dirty sink. lewd contents No otherwise. Prcettilit. . " for. some drudge should stir ! A : . that I may speak no more than the truth worshippers say — let their passionate mendations amount to what they please all the comthat can be justly given them will no more than what Prudentius the — Christian-sacred poet bestowed upon Symmachus . corrupting always and unhallowing the best-gifted souls and the most capable vessels for whose sanctification and Son of God laid down His : welfare life. for a good wit in a bad subject. cui sordidh vionstra. with sinful. and it is as true is apposite . rare style. though we cannot say with any comfort. than if with instruments Of polish'd ivory. Os dignutn. &c is This comparison as it is nothing odious. cannot be denied. and profanely marr'd A rich. the glorious and it suffered the precious blood of to His blessed In the meanare and innocent heart time be poured out.

the sun is busy upon a dunghill. Divers persons of eminent piety and learning I meddle not with the have. : with various vanities so that the most lascivious comit is positions of France and Italy are here naturalized and made English with so and this. as sadly observed. Like a jewel of gold in a swine's snout. 22. 3 — as *' Solomon said of the fair and foolish woman xi.THE PREFACE. the issue is some unclean vermin. Nay. who want some not reason to forbear much private misfortune having sprung from no other seed at first than infectious and dissolving legend. even by peaceful and obedient spirits. long before my seditious and schismatical time. that nothing takes it — as they rightly phrase if — like a romance. honour. And very frequently. and the people are furnished every foreign term — plentifully . fall to Those that want the genius translating . And Where always — — . in of verse. the more acute the author is there is so much the more danger and death in the work. that character be not an ivybush. much favour and success. taken notice of this malady for the complaint against vicious verse." Prov. discretion To continue— after vanity. is years of —in this : an inexcusable desertion of pious sobriety . as if the evil consequence attending is this in- veterate error were but a small thing. is of some antiquity in this kingdom. yet. the buyer receives this lewd ware from persons of . there sprung it very lately another prosperous device to assist the subversion of souls.

they may minister sin and death unto their readers? It was wisely considered. and out of mere design. is their condition. that is that is a dead freed from sin is . and as many more as they are communicated to. sin which without the body." "for. and piously said by one. — though now because left dead —must : give an account I am corrupted by his bad example. " because he cannot in that state. which he behind him after I will write none. that instead of grace and life.4 THE PREFACE. but he . will is read none. "if I be cor- rupted by them. If "every idle word shall be accounted for. I beseech you. that he "would read no idle books . lest I hurt I me . any more . and to persist so to the end." and if " no corrupt communication should proceed out of our mouths. is a wilful despising of God's sacred exhortations. by a constant. both in regard of love to his own soul. and pity unto his : that made them. nor read. let me " he not continue It is longer in wickedness than I do in sentence of sacred authority. lest I prove a foe to my own life. lest I them that come augment his I punishment that gone before me. which both defile their authors. their composer of immediately a cause my and at the day of reckoning for it." ill : said is he. sensual volutation or wallowing in impure thoughts and scurrilous conceits." how desperate. I sin much . study lascivious fictions then carefully record and publish them. who all their lifetime. too will neither write." soul whde I live.

is and some truth : What it speak of them but no man mistake conscious of so for an extenuation of faults. which escaped from me. and that cleansing and precious effiision of my Almighty Redeemer and ihat if the world will be so charitable as to grant my request. languished of this it very sickness recovered. idle or sensual subject is not all the But an in these pamphlets. And by here.THE PREFACE. . blessed be God for it. let with I many virtuous. as innoxious. sacred Relatives of God with their impious conceits and — which I cannot speak without grief of heart I some of those desperate adventurers may. as if I intended an apology for them. I would prevent a just censure must remember. have by His I saving assistance suppressed these my greatest follies. and no long time since I I have But. years together. as can nevei be expiated without special sorrows. anc" are. death —as fast and as foul as ever he did in his life which very consideration deserves to be a sufficient antidote against this evil disease. for himself another sins body. because I my free confession. for many . they are interlined pious mixtures. I do here most humbly and earnestly beg poison none would read them. in which he always and — after . think. that I myis self have. Certain authors have been so as to irreverendly bold dash Scriptures and the . that writes idle books 5 makes lives. or myself. think. as most of that vein use to be besides. . who am much guilt in both.

but " the blackness of darkness for ever . being a contrary work. that will No is loss is endamage the that soul he that prints lewdness and impieties mad- man in the Proverbs. so doleful as that gain. and death.6 THE PREFACE. by that evil genius. and a most gross and studied filthiness. suppression of this pleasing and prevailing evil lies not altogether in the power of the magisit for will fly abroad in manuscripts. that the corrupting of many. . The performance by a wise exchange is vain and vicious subjects. when they are put into his hands. it the reward it: for so glorious that that turn infinitely transcends "they many to righteousness shall shine like the stars for ever and ever:" whence follows this undeniable inference. when it of entertainment at the press. But the hurt that ensues by the publication of pieces so notoriously ill. The true remedy lies wholly in their bosoms. who "casteth firebrands. and then I know nothing reserved " for them. for divine themes and celestial praise. 0*" who are the gifted persons. who ought in conscience to refuse them. easy. Others of a later date. have stuffed horrid execrations. it may be. the recompense must be so too . lies heavily upon the distractions. stationer's account. being corrupted. and were is it the most difficult in the world. which came in with the public their books with oaths. arrows." The trate fails . be reckoned amongst the principal or most learned writers of English verse.

which takes che pen in hand. indeed. And the reason of their so vast distance from him. and lean conceptions. It is true. Mr. towards perfection to devotion . as may be by their frequent impressions and numerous pages. they had life I am more of fashion than and qualifications force. and the obvious ebullitions of that light humour. that with effectual success attempted a diversion of this foul and overflowing stream.THE PREFACE. which they never had acquaintance with at home . of whom the least. Sed nojt fassibus aquis . will procure for us. was the blessed man. whose holy and verse gained many pious converts. because they aimed more at verse. Hence sprang those wide. those weak. George Herbert. than to be seen in print. so . that to give pious themes and contemplations piety's up our thoughts to if it be done for sake it — — is a great step refine. for not flowii^g from a true. spirits 7 O ! God. being only the pro- ductions of a common spirit. will and dispose it and And further. out of no other consideration. besides dififering spirits — for his measure was eminent easily gathered — suspect to be. from which. followed diverse. it was impossible they should efiect those things abroad. because sanctity. which in the most inclinable reader will scarce give any nourishment or help to devotion . any deliver all penitent and reformed The first. and gave the first check to a most After him flourishing and admired wit of his time. than perfection. practick piety.

some small which but he prelibation of those heavenly refreshments." which and am still at no great distance from it was the necessary reason for that solemn and : . and then very sparingly. upon men of an ordinary or indifferent holiness . but were they brought nearer. communicable is that loving spirit. descend but seldom. it. this I have begged to leave to communicate my poor talent the Church. By the last poems book. indeed. write — to him and then he will be able to with Hierotheus and holy Herbert a true "a door may be opened i." Rev. which in the is already allowed them. Who. "I was nigh unto death. under the protection and conduct of her glorious Head. for. must strive by all means for perfection and true holiness. can make it as useful nov/ in hath been to me in private. whose history or reason may seem something remote .8 easily THE PREFACE. and though that perhaps plainly exposed to your view might quiet your curiosity yet would it not conduce — — much to your greater advantage. or holy writing. must desire you to accept of them And therefore I in that latitude. you would judge all to be fatherless. — hymn. in heaven. that iv. as perusal of it. were not that mistake here prevented. and the edition posthume . that desires to excel in this kind of hagiography. it if He will vouchsafe to own it and go along with the public. To effect this in some measure. In the you will peradventure observe some passages.

. be ascribed by angels.THE PREFACE. and dominion. I hope to His glory and I expected. that I may flourish . 9 now find this impres- But " the God of the granted in the spirits of all flesh " hath me a further use of mine than . I humbly beseech His dear Son's sake. all glory. accomplished dress you will sion in. with Him and the most holy and loving Spirit. not with leaf only. unto WTiom. I-Jewton by Usk. I did lock for body assistance prepared for a did He and had by His "message of death. but with some fruit also which hope and earnest desire of His poor creature. and by all His works. Septeittber 30. 1654. by men. to perfect fulfil Him and for in this the temporal and in the eternal being. and wisdom. near Sketh-Rock. Amen. and when my great advantage." then answer me with life .

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and I shall be saved. death cunnot celebrate Thee: they that go do'wn into the pit. andfrom Thee is my spirit therefore wilt Thou recover me. Lord. Lord. because they have forsaken tiie Lord. the fountain of living waters. Lord ! by Thee *he life of man live. truth.[From the 1655 Edition\. cannot hope for Thy 1. For the grave cannot praise Thee. save me. it and fnake me to Thou hast in live. I said. in the aittittg off of 7ny days. and they that depart froni Thee. C . the hope of Israel. For Thy name^ s sake hast Thou put offthine anger. my soul delivered from the sins pit of cor7-ttption for Thou hast cast all my behind Thy back. shall be "written in the earth. I shall go to I have deprived 7nyself of the residue of my years. VOL. and my great deliverer. and I shall be healed . I shall not land of the living: even the Lord in the I shall behold man doth : no more with the inhabitants of the world. all they that forsake Thee shall be ashamed . see the Ij}rd. that I should not be cut off'. for Thou art my health. Heal me. love to . 1 said the gates of the grave . for Thy praise hast Thou refrained from me.

the ^oy of my youth : and in Thy fear will I worship Therefore shall towards Thy holy temple. unto God. as I do day : the father to the children shall make known truth. Thou hast my life from corruption : Thou hast me from my sin. vat ion I will sacrifice unto Thee with tlie voice of thanks I will pay that which I have vowed . forsake their own ti rcy. Thy songs be with me. . and my prayer unto the God of my life. The^ that follow after lying vanities. Thy Lord I brought redeems back Thou hast been merciful. 1 will go unto the altar of my God.this The living. he shall praise Thee. giving . the living. sal is of the Lord.

my the most loving. . and so bent. those made it bud. Which long Thy That ston'd Thy servants. Indeed I had some here resisted to hire desire. the only Redeemer. Some drops of Thy all-quick'ning blood Fell on my heart . JESUS CHRIST. before The ground was curs'd and void of store. though. GOD. Holy and Just One.To my most loved merciful. God Thou that didst die for me. These Thy death's fruits I offer Thee ! My . and dearly ever blessed. Lord. I have expell'd them. and did move To have Thee murder'd for Thy love ." and only the stanza is given. But dark and deep pangs to Thy sight. Ix)rd. simply In the first edition the heading first is "The DedicBC 2 tioD. And put forth thus. Beg Thou wouldst take Thy ' tenant's rent. Death that to me was life and light. The Son of the living Virgin Mary. and the sacred I. But.

! My dear Show d to me in my sinful youtli. 'Twas Thine first. And life too. light from Thee. Thine . Dear Lord. From Thee it shin'd. within this place still And now. is't right ! To call it their inherent light? I say. III. 'tis finished and now he That copied it. the earnest Thy love sheds. when Thou with clothes wei t clad. and my heart's delight For all Thy mercies and Thy truth. For my sad failings and my wild Munnurings at Thee. Thou This to is poor rags dost give grace. dearest Jesus. For all designs meant against Thee . . As Thy Both clothes. The candle shining on some heads. nor can mine. the world's ligh t. and to Thee returns. II. and each Frequent relapse and wilful breach. this is 'tis all No. . Redeemer. when most mild For all my secret faults. and virtue had as then. For. And ev'ry publish'd vanity.14 THE DEDICATION. Till at Thy all charges they shall be Cloth'd with immortality. though here it bums If the sun rise on rocks. presents it Thee.

nothing have to give to Thee. this But Thy own not . gift. Behold see Avien. and eroery eye shall Him. Cap. blocd. broken. Unto tins in i.THE DEDICATION. He cometh -with cloud:. and : all kindreds of the earth shall -wail because of Him so. Him that loved us. and they Attuh. Which Thou \Miile I 15 divinely hast forgiven. and -washed us from our His own And hath made us kings and priests unto God and His Father . also -which pierced Him . given to me. to Him be giory and dominicn. even . Revel. 7. Thy blood wash'd me white as heaven . Refuse it for now Thy token is Can tell Thee where a heart ver. 6. 5. for eier and ever.

Tears cleanse and supple without &i!.[_From the 1655 Editum. shun not holy tears fire. But with true wash off your mire. And mix an And tire will eye-salve for the blind. Tears and these flames will soon grew kind. and be wise not. Who dealt His gifts so free In tears to you. Then comes Praise which when you spy. . in fire to me.] Vain Abuse wits and eyes • Leave. purge your callous the light ! veil. And see your nakedness thereby. Him.

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mountain'd thing. .SILEX SCINTILLANS. and sin Like clouds eclips'd my mind. Rough-cast with rocks. and hung with shade Yet was it frost within . My walk a monstrous. Storm'd thus. Far from relief. Measures the melancholy sky. 2. And as a pilgrim's eye. : Blasted And surly winds my infant buds. one day I stole abroad was high-Spring. I straight perceived my Spring Mere stage and show . and still in bonds. and snow . A It WARD. I. and rains for grief . REGENERATION. Then drops. and all the way Primros'd.

In one late pains The other smoke and pleasures weig^'d. grains. a fresh field conld spy it. And mix'd. Ajnar'd to see't. and once in. cried. Some calTd Jacob's Bed . But prov'd the heavier 4- With that. . 3- So I sigii'd I upwards Etni . them up. on every side I enter' d. greet. where plac'd I fcnmd a pair of scales steps . and friends of God. and th' laid . " Away . Found all wafc changed. some fair. . whose branches met . at last and falls. rcach'd the piimacie. and led Full East. " rjrai^ I Ohe3rd. A virgin ioil. and a new Spriog Did all my Bensei.SILEX SCmilLLANS. 5- Knde feet e'er trod Here I repos'd . Twixt I \xj6k. . A Of grove descried stately height. which no Wh«e— since He slept there —oaiy go Projects. but scarce well set.

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Cap. And taking in the ray . or By knowing. lurn'd me round. I whisper'd " I. I heard A rushing wind. lo. and spices thereof may ^ow . O North. and come upon my garden. and to each shade Dispatch'd an eye. Here musing long. Some fast asleep. it Which still increas'd. 9It was a bank of flowers." me one breath. Arise." then said where not. 5. 17. To see if any leaf had made . where I descried. blow out.22 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Though 'twas mid-day. Least motion or reply But while I list'ning sought My It mind to ease 'twas. death ! And let me die before my Cant. where "Lord. others broad-eyed. I stiiT'd. ver. that the thou South-wind. but whence Nowhere I could not find. Where " on please.

A DIALOGUE.OR SACRED POEMS. And something still be left the dead. 'Tis so : but as thou saw'st that night in. but custom straight Our fears and falls brought to contempt . A nest of Where shadows thicken. I'll wish my curtains off". 'Tis a sad Land. to free Me from so dark and sad a bed nights. 23 DEATH. and centuries ? . How wilt thou brook't Body. And nothing moves without a shroud. freeze Tenant for years. Soul. \Ye travail'd our first attempts Were dull and blind. and thou must stay . that in one day Hath duU'd thee thus ^vhen death shall Thy blood to ice. a : gloomy sphere. Soul. I cannot tell But if all sense wings not with thee. and the cloud Sits on the sun's brow all the year.

Then. shall we meet to . But thou Shalt in thy mother's bosom sleep. when the ghastly twelve was past. We breath'd still for a blushing East. We And thought the day then was not slack. mix again. Whilst I each minute groan to know How Then Tis near E. A land of darkness. did Bnt when we saw the clouds to crack. . and the shadow of death . though long.edemption creeps. and of the shadow of death. And bade the lazy sun make haste. last good-night our Sun shall never Job. io. Just so in death. I go whence I shall not return. feast. And in those crannies light appear'd. without atiy order. and met. set. as darkness itself. ver.24 SILEX SCINTILLANS. 21. and where the Before light is as darkness. Cap. And on sure hopes. 22. even to the land of darkness. pleas'd ourselves with what it is we fear'd.

veil. Body. From that long sleep. And in weak. I. Inspir'd a quick'ning power through the dead Creatures a -bed. Oft have I seen. Heb. By that new and living way. with life. Some drowsy silkworm creep. then think such providence will be Less friend to me ? Or that He can endure to be unjust Who keeps His Covenant even with our dust? . through the whi-ch His flesh. with the vital ray And proud Esteem'd Shall She wing'd away.OR SACRED POEMS. 25 RESURRECTION AND IMMORTALITY. ver. infant hummings chirne. when that renewing breath That binds and loosens deaih. which He hath pre is pared for us. 10. and I span-extents. and sense. and knell About her Until at last full silent cell. 20. Cap. of two whole elements vain things I — As mean. — Heaven's rich expense.

^ and youth For a preserving spirit doth still pass Untainted through this mass. but when Time's wave Their substance doth deprave. ren?-^-"th . and ripen all That to it fall Nor are those births. lever young. but still "* \ \\ \ Incorporates by then returns. where he takes his lot.26 SILEX SCINTILLANS. 2. produce. doth wing " Unto that spring. querulous handful ! was't for this is ? I taught thee all that Unbowell'd Nature. Till Time no more shall rot His passive ottage . more noble essence finds his house Sickly. which we restless Thus Destroy'd at all . the And — . Soul. show'd thee her And change of suits. For no thing can to nothing fall. Which doth resolve. recruits. And source of spirits. and from the womb of things Such Both treasure brings. suffering see. which though laid aside Like some spruce bride. Y%^ He. and loose. And how of death we make . A And mere mistake skill. Poor. As Phcenix-Hke life .

27 light and cloth'd with shining All pure and bright. 12. — mighty and eternal light. 13. we shall there no more Watch stars. Pierce all their the springs Shall with enlighten'd rays ways . and shadows pass. I in a thought could go To Heav'n. or EartF~^to^'7~ star. for 'tis most plain be refin'd again. or pore clouds. But go thou thy way until shalt rest. Re-marry to the soul fall'st to Thou only . I.OR SACRED POEMS. ver. or min'ral. or night Shall dare approach us . Cap. and say. and without a sun. end be. Where no rude shade. read some and me. And. Through melancholy "Would it ! Dan. at the for thou end of the VOL. did search And course of things. and stand up in thy days. Shall one day rise. in state There often sate So shalt thou then wi-th —Both wing'd and Rove in that ' free. J "" 3- Then I that here saw darkly in a glass But mists. were Day " One everlasting Sabbath there shall run Without succession. the lot. D . And To as thou saw'st. by their own weak shine.

And stars with surprising flames and elements confound. DAY OF JUDGMENT. And low as e'er they lay before Thy six-days' buildings beat. And nought must Which held up When one loud blast shall rend the deep. And When Thou Of shall spend Thy sacred store thunders in that heat. quite blot out their names. And in the open . When Both all shall stream and lighten round. of Earth Summon up all that are asleep Unto a second When Thou shalt make the clouds air Thy seat. stand of that vast space night. and day. like a fiery torrent brush And sweep up South and West. When And through the North a fire shall rush And roll into the East.28 SILEX SCINTILLANS. When like a scroll the heavens shall pass j And vanish clean away. And from the womb birth.

That pill. a heart of flesh. Still more afflictions lend . " What Mercy shall I do?" Repentance there is out of date. I beg nor I'd have. And so is Prepare. The quick and Must dead. is most dear in That brings health Lord God ! he end. to 29 Thy all bar repair . prepare rae then. The world an enemy This last will . And bring me where I'd be. he you D 2 . 4. 7. nor wealth. And one of these seem loath : A living faith. keep the first I Pet.OR SACRED POEMS. too. O then it will be too late To say. . To feel O God And let me now begin my loving Father's rod Killing the man of sin ! ! Give me. O give me crosses here. though bitter. But pray against them both Three things my soul's chief health. two fresh. Ncrii> the therefore end of all things is at hand: sobe?-. both small and great. and watching in prayer. friends.

We have no conf renoe in these days. . my God. discourse. at some fountain's bubbling eye. each shade that there grows An angel talking with a man. I down. in fire. My God. RELIGION. drink. And I see in leaves. Or Or the cool myrtle's canopy Others beneath an oak's green boughs. . Here Jacob dreams. sit rest.30 SILEX SCINTILLANS. where him water with his bread. and the soft Speak'st there so much. and Until the cool and shady even. there fed Another time by He brings th' angel. and Elias by a raven is wrestles . when I walk in those groves Thy Spirit doth still fan. . Thyself. that I admire Nay Thou voice. iuniper Under a some house. Whirlwinds and clouds. In Abr'ham's tent the winged guests — O how familiar then was heaven Eat.

Like that Samaritan's dead well . learns to increase False echoes and confused sounds. and thence doth bring Cordials in every drop. On So veins of sulphur under ground poisoned. golden mine Derives her birth. No. A Mediator now with Thee. a disease. Religion is a spring. so. or mere slime. . Grows still from better unto worse. and peace. Passing through the Earth's dark veins. no . Just such a tainted sink we have. breaks forth in at first sight is some clime.OR SACRED POEMS. Is the truce 31 broke ? or 'cause we have wave. . puddle. And unawares doih often seize . and wine. 'stead of physic. But in her long and hidden course. treaties Dost Thou therefore old And by Or is't appeals from Him decree ? say. And Then both her taste and colour stains drilling on. And And doth many please But drunk. That from some secret. as some green heads all That now miracles must cease ? Though Thou hast promis'd they should stay The tokens of the Church.

as a sealed up. or bring Thy flock. Nor must we for the kernel crave shell. is as a garden enclosed. 4.32 SILEX SCINTILLANS. 12. Since these are troubled. Because most voices like the Heal then these waters. Cant. Cap. and a fountain . Lord . ! shine. my spouse spring shut up. . My sister. to the springing Rock Look down. Great Master of the feast O And turn once more our water into wine . ver.

or what star can Now point Him out. ask'd them where He might be fou. where some said small bright sparkle was a-bed.e AwakCf and then refine the whole. Spent in a roving ecstasy To find my Saviour . grovm up a man i As : To Egypt hence All her parch'd I fled. and disclose The pilgrim-sun all night have I : . but was shown little dast. Unto where often they In those calm. thence Tir'd here. To Jacob's well. ran o'er Her yearly Amongst the bosom to Nile's shore. inquir'd . and have seen His inn and cradle being there I met the wise men. I have been far as BethleKem.OR SACRED POEMS. bequeathed since his sons.id. golden evenings lay . see the Which would one day — beneath the polez. and desir'd To A A A Temple. 33 THE SEARCH. and for the town heap of ashes. Tis now clear day I see a rose Bud in the bright East. doctors. nurse came back. I come to Sychar .

and there see anguishments. But with the fountain in my eyes. And here a fresh search is decreed He ir. then said He'll not I. where once my Saviour sate . tree bear fruit like this souls. Wat'ring their flocks. -| dimb'd the with perus'd the cross. as they fill'd. — !- The angrj' spring in bubbles swell'd Which broke in sighs still. be found where He was slain . drove home to the tent Their -s^-ell-fleec'd train and here O fate I sit. Loth hence to part. and having spent Those white days. that set Ideas of His agony. I walk the garden. : Hung my gain and His great loss : Xever did Balsam of But. But Jacob's children would not hear. and can . at last I rise. bloody sweat . O — — . ni to the wilderness.34 SILEX SCINTILLANS.ust be found where He did bleed. my quest is vair. His grave where I saw lent For He had none a monument. And -whisper'd "Jesus had been there. So mUd a lamb can never be 'Midst so much blood and onielty. . An undefil'd. And moving His T blest face in a hill. Sure. the ! body's bliss. and new-hew'd one But there was not the comer -stone.

my journey crown. ^ * His Father's flaming ministry . with walks. and writ down What W'hat pleasures should silent paths. and Herod's heat forty days withstood the fell 35 From And And With high temptations of Hell -seraphins there talked He. Fair virgin-flowers. leave thy gadding thoughts Who And Still pores spies out of doors. what shades. and cells. : Leave. . .OR SACRED POEMS. it-is day guide The broke through to my way. He Find beasts more merciful than man . and His eyes ^. I Methought heard one singing thus I. thither then sun's see. Sug'ring all dangers with success. and ballow'd wells I should rove in. and rest my head Where my dear Lord did often tread. Descries' Within them nought. 'twas His retreat the fierce Jew. But as I urg'd thus. liv'd there safe.^ He heaven'd their : ]Made those wild shades a paradise Thus was the desert sanctified To be I'll the refuge of His bride.

T^at they should seek the Lord. 28. nor pray'r. But got By mere despair Of wings. ver. 17. "^ %> Though Are not fair. and have our being. Search well another world . And Sure here Is not the He must Needs stay. is. and find Him. for in Him we live. 2. The skin and shell of things. way Nor just. where none Acts. if haply they might feel after Him. 3- To rack old elements. . 27. though He be not far off f"oni every one of us . Thy wish. Cap. seeks manna. and move. Travels in clouds.36 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Or dust say. who studies this.

Nor bold-fac'd custom banish'd innocence sev'ral oaths. 63. dull suitor these hadst thou but the art our days. and happy those White days. Praying and to be married It was rare. . And Thy offer'd up so early unto heaven. and saw. Gen. and camels were coming. thou couldst have twenty New and compliments too plenty. compliment ? thou wert coin'd thee An Of odd. flames could not be out thee. multiply'd. is so much out of date. ver. the field at the evenbehold. ! ! That to renew't. Where. nor . sure prevail'd not Hadst ne'er an oath. Cap. Though of ourselves. much. and shin'd The sacred constellation of thy mind. and that pious care. for a bride. But now 'tis monstrous . like religion was Ray'd into beams it into a glass. O sad and wild excess ! ! ! . 24. the And Isaac tide. But being prayer was such it A decried course. were to degenerate. went out and he lift up his to pray in eyes. 37 ISAAC'S MARRIAGE.OR SACRED POEMS. that durst no impious mirth expose When conscience by lewd use had not lost sense. as thou grewst. Eut thou a chosen sacrifice wert given.

or studi'd look put on. O A sweet. : Yet hadst thou nobler guests angels did wind. or that mild evening-tide. and devoutly climb Unto thy God for marriage of all states Makes most unhappy. To This brought thee forth. train. it was time To get thee wings on. with their needless. and with new pinions refresh Her wearied wings. gay Retinue . These taught him at the well. But in a virgin's native blush and fears Fresh as those roses which the Day-spring wears. supple cringe. . All was plain. carry that which some would scorn to touch With which in mild. : And rove about thee. and for his camels too. loud all was here smooth as thy And calm like her.38 SILEX SCINTILLANS. or painted face it pitcher too she had. guardians of thy mind These fetch'd thee home thy bride. swearers. which so restcr'd did fly undress . divine simplicity ! O grace ! Beyond a curled lock. Of young. nor thought much . not one Spruce. and say . modest truth : nor did she come In rolls and curls. And now thou knewst her coming. Thou hadst no pompous nor antic crowd bride. But here was ne'er a compliment. mincing and stately dumb . where now thou didst Thy soul. chaste language she did woo To draw him drink. and all the way Advis'd thy servant what to do. and thither brought The chaste and lovely object of thy thought. or most fortunate?.

some spicy cloud. Which. didst Together with his blood thy father's spirit. a breathing sacrifice. must paint First a young patriarch. Whose active zeal and tried faith were to thee to't. Thus soar'd thy soul. and blends A thousand odours. Then. And from her moist womb weeps a fragrant shower. Age made them rev'rend. though young. which all mix'd she sends Up in one cloud. Scatt'ring the myrrh and incense of thy pray'r. Others were tim'd and train'd up but thou Didst thy swift years in piety outgrow. And in her piercing flight petfum'd the air. . where having stood awhile 1 thirsty isle. who. VVoo'd by the sfin. the well of him that ' — — /"'^ 'j*^ seetn me. Familiar ever since thy infancy. each flower And herb partakes . scatter'd in a thousand pearls. That dew they inherit lent. So from Lahai-roi's* well. A. swells up to be his shroud. and so returns the skies . who would truly limn thee out.OR SACRED POEMS. And something cool d the parch d and The thankful Earth unlocks herself.bove the stars. * a well Countr^°"^^ where Jacob tweenCadesh ^?d Bered Heb. But thou wert so ere Time his snow could shed. a track 39 unknown and high . and a snowy head. then a married saint. .

My Doth on those glorious Head hills of myrrh and incense watch. O get thee wings if ! Or as yet — until these clouds depart.40 SILEX SCINTILLANS. THE BRITISH CHURCH. my dear The soldiers here Cast in their lots again. And Thou think'st it the day springs good to in tairy wheve Thou art. O rosa cavipi ! O liiium convalh'tim ! quoniodo nunc facta es pabulum aprorum I . haste. These dare divide. and pillag'd fleeces. Slain flock. stain. Write Thy books My ravish'd looks. Ah He ! is fled ! And while these here their misls and shadows hatch. That seamless coat. And Upon haste The^ As a young roe so the mounts of spices. The Jews touch'd not. Haste. and 2.

where they lie. and they distil. I watch That hour. . while I spend My rest in cares. active fires reveal . thou dost weep thou burn'st. Devotion Still as still on wing . Thy light is charity thy heat is zeal And thy aspiring. Yet burn'st thou here. and so both . and to the dark world lend These flames. which must thy life and mine dispatch j But still thou dost outgo me. Only one point escapes thee Is still out that thy oil fall with thy flame. as thou dost thine to me . all is spent. for still As thou dissolv'st to them. then. ev'ry breath We spend in sighs treasure after death. I can see Met in thy flames all acts of piety .OR SACRED POEMS. a full day . and the warm droppings creep To measure cut thy length. : When And They're stor'd up in the socket. Such as doth gild the lazy glow-worm's bed. Tis dead night round about : Horror doth creep . a fiery thread. as if thou'dst knovv' What stock. and how much time were left ihee now Nor dost thou spend one tear in vain. thy last and sure supply : such is true repentance is . 41 THE LAMP. And move on with the shades And through the dark air spin stars nod and sleep.

ez'en. or in the morning. both shall be in. And where thou mad'st an end. the Master of the house cometh. Cap. there I'll begin.42 SILEX SCINTILLANS. But whensoe'er I'm out. viheii for you kno'u no. at or at midnight. or at the cock-crowing. Watch you therefore. . 13. ver. 35. Mark.

Guilts. One sullen beam.OR SACRED POEMS. whose charge is to dispense More punishment than knowledge to my sense. t' blast This sullied flower. ! everlasting hills clouds. 43 MAN'S FALL. E . But ev'ry hour He sleeps. which . I Transplanted thus. and in this drowsy fate state Leaves me a slave to passions and my Besides I've lost A train of lights. I. and droops . ! VOL. trespasses. in those sunshine days Were my sure guides and only with me stays. one leaf of his awake . Unto my cost. . you Here under AxNTD RECOVERY. Farewell. Robb'd of your calm . I'm cast where storms and tempests nor can ever make. and all this inward awe For sin took strength and vigour from the Law Yet have I found A plenteous way. I sojoum'd thus. Two thousand years At last Jesliurun's king Those famous tables did from Sinai bring These swell'd my fears. thanks to that Holy One To cancel all that e'er was writ in stone.

Reduc'd th' extent of For God (made Man) works of Sea. life to the grave This makes me span . they made wade Rom. the benefit abounded towards all men to tJu Justification of Ufe. a spring . that broke this adamant. so by the righteousness of One. His saving wound Wept blood. . the fault camt on all men condemnation . so Of their Red I wash. and gave To sinners confidence. ver.44 SILEX SCINTILlANS. i8. 19. Cap. all their and in one fair step O'er pilgrimage and labours leap. faith . My father's journeys. As to hy the offence of one.

45 THE SHOWER. Too gross for heaven.OR SACRED POEMS. lazy breath but fruitless this love only can with quick access Unlock the way. Yet. and weep'st for thy mistake. that's last. could weep bound up and asleep my eyes Perhaps at Some such showers past. if as thou dost melt. I press'd Heaven with a Pierc'd not . exhalations of the breast. But now at even. the disease Of her sick waters and infectious ease. Thou fall'st in tears. train Of drops make O'er my hard heart. I saw thy birth. 2. That drowsy lake From her faint bosom breath'd thee. B 2 . My God would give a sunshine after rain. soft the and with thy Earth. When The smoke and all else stray. Ah ! it is so with me : oft have . TwAS so .

I then had shot had lessen'd not But now 1 find myself the less the more I grow. or old usurps his will. when sin. KNIT me. Give that am crumbled dust ! the heap . man is call'd. . and said Thou less : didst forbear Or that thy store was But now since Thou didst So much. bless . I fear I should have spurn'd. coffin'd in This quicken 'd mass of And saved that light. it is bought Hadst Thou a star. a pearl. By each he answers all. which freely Thou Didst then bestow. The world Is full of voices . still Fresh dotage tempts. DISTRACTION. and hurl'd The beams My light . or a rainbow. Knows ev'ry note and call . Hence.46 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Is all dispers'd and cheap for And Made me a handful but a thought. Yet hadst Thou clipp'd my wings.

1 And tame. Oppressed I. lighi. I grieve. . by parcels die. Striving to save the whole. 47 n.c such. yes ! Thou know'st I come. and relieve. my God ! that Thou do . hast made I grieve ? O.OK SACRED POEMS. and keep rise down with Thy and dim Dust that would Lest left my sit^ht alone too long Amidst the noise and throng.

Then having lost the sun and light. By clouds surpris'd. Rests not a span . Lord ! what a busy. that sound would not take Thee . To take us sick. Hadst Thou given to this active dust A The lost state untir'd. That was Thy secret. and it is Thy mercy too For when all fails to bring to bliss. Then Ah. son had not left the husk. Lord ! this must do.STLEX SCINTILLANS^ THE PURSUIT. restless thing ! Hast Thou made man Each day and hour he is on wing. He keeps a commerce in the night With air disguis'd. and what a purchase will that be. Nor home desir'd.

? it Neglecting thee Conceit. They shall find thou art their hill. deep neglect. or call such ill-plac'd wit. Untouch'd by any and what need The sheep bleat thee a silly lay. Is the brain's And mere disease. Cotswold and Cooper's both have met With learned swains. And fountain too. or grove.OR SACRED POEMS. and echo yet Their pipes and wit But thou sleep'st in a . fit. shall I allow idolize Language to love. some shade. on whose fair brow My And Saviour sate. sacred hill ! OLIVES. That heard'st both reed And sheepward play r 3- Yet if poets mind thee well. 49 MOUNT OF Sweet. what you please. .

walk'd whole nights on thee And from thence His =ufFrings ended He — Unto glory Was attended. He doth comprise but in this When He did stay to bear our And sin. Their Lord with thee had most to do . wept once.SILEX SCINTILLANS. now with one wink . this hill Was then His chair. air ill . Is but this spacious ball His narrow footstool all And what we think Unsearchable. 4- Being there.

every day ? what strange wonders could Thee move slight Thy precious blood. didst Thyself undress. but in Thee. less. That made Thee thus resolve to die For those that kill Thet. Thou wouldst be And becam'st a woful story. have A God enclos'd within your Your Maker pent up in a grave. Life lock'd in death. rebellious clay. heav'n in a shell Ah. Brave worms and earth ! that thus could cell.OR SACKED POEMS. PASSION. my Lord for love O To ! Is only stronger far than death I . To make us more. As. was ne'er expressed. 51 THE INCARNATION AND Lord. To put on clouds instead of light. and breath? Sure it was love. when Thou Laying by Thy robes of glory. In my dear Lord ! what couldst thou spy this impure. And clothe the morning-star with Was a translation of such height dust.

and years In silent flights Stole by our ears all set in How ill have we ourselves bestow'd. Do but see your sad estate. sands while we careless sate With folded hands What Of stock of nights. nor weep. heart I CALL. In sighs. pity take yourselves ! Who never wake to groan. days. awake. my Tis now.52 SILEX SCINTILLANS. THE Come. Some twenty Some Upon years Awake. and tears since you have Iain thu5 dead. my ! head. Shall be sentenc'd for their sleep. come. a cloud ! Whose suns are . How many Have left us.

and Their heavy Until rate state. we shall be safe and good Those beasts were clean that chew'd the cud. glass with tears : The . you fill That done. Score on the glass Then weigh. 53 Yet come. fall on every minute .OR SACRED POEMS. and let's peruse them all. And What sins as we pass.

That by Thy early choice forewarn'd My O soul might look about. or a shell. As easily Thou might'st prevent. A feather. or rod. And many Ere we can years — alas ! lisp. And why these tears appear. these tears. As now produce. [THOU THAT KNOW'ST FOR MOURN. must pass . A stick.] WHOM I Thou that know'st for wliom I mourn. Kis cottage wink whose narrow span ! Begins even at the brink Nine rc.onths thy hands are fashioning us.54 SILEX SCINTILLANS. sin that forc'd And aJd A fair But 'twas my Thy band To cull this primrose out. That keep'st account till he return Of all his dust left here . unto that day he went supply of years. The which some chance brings best of us excel . Yet have I known Thy slightest things. or ought discuss Concerning Thee. is what a vanity man ! How like the eye's quick fails .

Pleasures had foil'd eternity. . And close eternity folly. Dull. loud joys want a wing arted string. Affliction is a mother ! Whose painful throes yield fairer many sons. And serious thoughts begin to tame The wise man's madness. Hence youth and man's first shame. see sweeter airs stream from a groan. But out of Paradise must creep For ev'ry foot to tread Yet had our pilgrimage been free. wretched worms ! that would not keep Within our first fair bed. Are put unto the slaughter. Lord. And tares had chok'd the corn. my gain is great .OR SACRED POEMS. Each than the other. And smooth without a thorn. Thus by the cross salvation nins . A fair-compacted And Thus for one twenty we have past Almost outlive our name. A silent tear can pierce When And Than any Thus. I Thy throne. . laughter. hast Thou plac'd in man's outside Death to the common eye. That heaven within him might abide. I 55 have known these shreds outlaSi frame. Yea.

56 SIJEX SCINTILLANS. And deck me. Thou Lord. My faith as pure and steady. with the same cn^wn hast crown'd him already \ . My loss but little to it . Yet something more O must entreat. And only Thou canst do it. Thy servant mind it soul white as his Then make my own. know my end let me like him I — — I And And be as glad to find it whatsoe'er Still let Thou shalt commend.

. I my cell. her bosom. begg'd here long. With echoes beaten from th' eternal hiUs. where did find Traces. and her head. 57 VANITY OF Qdite Where I SPIRIT. Here of this mighty spring I found some drills. or moonshine night. Broke up some seals. Like a young East. I came at last To search myself. What I is His name. and circled in Corruption with this glorious ring . and lay a shrill spring tun'd to the early day. and how I might Descry some part of His great light. Weak beams and fires flash'd to my sight. and sounds of a strange kind. quite all and having past Through the creatures.OR SACRED POEMS. . left spent with thoughts. Who bent the spheres. W^ith hieroglyphics quite dismember'd And broken letters scarce rememberM. . and groan'd to know Who gave the clouds so brave a bow. which none had touch 'd before Her womb. summon'd Nature pierc'd through aU her store . Which show'd me in a nook cast by A piece of much antiquity. Where I rifled all her secrets lay abed.

and to buy But one half-glance. That little light I It griev'd me much. said T' unite those pieces. "Since in these veils my eclips'd eye for at night ? May not approach Thee — Who I'll can have commerce with the light disapparel.8 SILEX SCINTILLANS. hoping to find out The mystery but this ne'er done. and — much joy'd — went about had was gone." . At last. most gladly die. I took them up. . I.

I long to travel back. ! tread again that ancient track might once more reach that plain. Happy Before those early days. 59 THE RETREAT. And looking back at that short space Could see a glimpse of His bright face When on some gilded cloud. I through dress Bright shoots ofeverlastingness. when ! I Shin'd in I my angel-infancy understood for this place irace. yet I When — My gazing soul would dwell an hour. celestial thought had not walk'd above A mile or two from my first love. My conscience with a sinful sound. first I left Where I. or flow'r. my glorious train F . the black art to dispense sin to ev'ry sense. And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity Before I taught my tongue to wound .OR SACRED POEMS. Appointed my second Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white. all this fleshly Or had But felt A sev'ral O how And That VOL.

by backward steps would move ! And when this dust falls to the urn. Some men But I and staggers in the way a forward motion love.6o SILEX SCINTILLANS. . return. But ah my soul with too much stay Is drunk. I In that state came. From whence ! th' enlighten'd spirit sees That shady City of palm-trees.

OP SACRED POEMS. Thy hand is nigh. fears. ! Come. soils That Thy name. come Cut off the sum By these soil'd tears : I Which Days are only Thou Know'st to be true. And each hour. straight I think. F 2 . though far. 6l [COME. one ! Come. COME! Come. Will ne'er be tame Until in death. come This Strike these Hp? dumb : restless breath. come Each day is WHAT DO ! I HERE?] Since he what do I here? is gone grown a dozen year . Or beam But pass by. my There's not a wind can stir.

.62 SILEX SCINTILLANS. come But I Such. seal'd But a dark and up womb. Which ne'er breeds more. and sleep. To wake in Thee. Perhaps some think a tomb No house of store. ! Come. thoughts benumb would be With him I weep Abed.

Each busy And how they work. and wind And wish each beam My With soul doth stream . ! And bright stirs are there What Cold thin ejections. affections. ! And slow motions here Thy Are a heav'ns. the like ardour shin'd What Quick emanations. shine in their watches. Whilst deep sleep others catches. . 63 MIDNIGHT. stars. some say. . When The to my eyes.CR SACRED POEMS. vibrations. Thine host of I spies. fiery-liquid light Which mingling aye StreamSj and flames thus to the sight. do survey ray.

my God blood . I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance. Active brightness. shalt see Kindled by Thee O And and stream. Will follow after On that water. Cap. I Shine on this water. ver. in one beam And Thou Both liquors burn. He shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost. and with fire. . 3. Spirit Which Thy blows Matth. Come And then. Whose shoes I am not worthy to bear .64 SILEX SCINTILLANS. ii. celestial flows. but He that Cometh after me is mightier than I. what bright quickness.

peace I know 'twas brave But this coarse fleece. puffd points Or a laced Death sets all story ? out of joint. no wardrobes leave To But what friend. though not proud nor full. ! I shelter in. Why then these curl'd. is slave To no When I shall such piece. scorns their glory. I am gone. And . wool : Outlast the sheep Poor. May make them And mourn to see the weep. 6$ CONTENT. Peace. Perhaps that tear Had mourn'd thy loss. Such.CR SACRED POEMS. or son. pious v/ear ! Hadst thou been rich. their own homes weave. or fine. not mine.

cross to those. . In hand. I would have mine within. Some love a rose . some in the skin But.56 SILEX SCINTILLANS.

As smooth as glass . foul . and steep ways . 2. and long The road and where one goes Six may go wrong. swift streams. . guide a crowd. One twinkling ray. Stars are of mighty use Is dark.OR SACRED POEMS. right. Shot o'er some cloud. 67 UOY OF MY LIFE WHILE LEFT ME HERE !] Joy of my life while still left me ! here ! And my Love ! How in thy absence thou dost steer Me from above well led A life This truth commends. the night . May And clear much way. With quick or dead It never ends. God's saints are shining lights : who stays Here long must pass O'er dark hills.

and light Us into bed. shed Their beams. this beam in. are that City's shining spires We travel to A swordlike gleam Kept man for sin First out . Like candles. But these all night. 4- They They are —indeed— our Seen as we go pillar fires. Will guide him . .6b SILEX SCINTILLANS.

bounded flood. I flows. Dark storms. Else not inclin'd : Thus the enlarg'd.OR SACRED POEMS. I SEE the use : and know my blood Is not a sea. As doth the mountain'd wave. and wind Incite them to that fierce discuss. But when his waters billow thus. then round me with weeping clouds. and hiss. Though Yet have red as he . enraged air Uncalms these to a flood But still . 69 THE STORM. the weather that's most fair Breeds tempests in my blood. And boiling streams that rave With the same curling force. as strong as his. 3- Lord. But a shallow. And let my mind .

use soul. A So spirit-wind . In quick blasts sigh beneath those shrouds.70 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Both wash and wing my . shall that storm purge this recluse water to Which sinful ease And wind and made Thy foul.

And Birds. thestill shrouds Through slee{3. Thus all is hurl'd the great chime In sacred hymns and order And symphony of Nature. And vocal joys. all things Adore Him in their kinds. falling springs. dew fell It on my breast . A spirit -voice.OR SACRED POEMS.>and clouds. 71 THE MORNING-WATCH. beasts. The world in tune. Whose echo is heaven's bliss. O let me climb . And hymning cireulations the quick world Awakes. ! ! And spirits all my earth hark in what rings. my soul breaks and buds All the long hours Of Of This night and jest. O JOYS ! infinite sweetness ! with what flowers ! And shoots of glorj-. Prayer is . and sings ! The rising winds. O how blbods.

though said To shed their light sonae cloud. pious soul by night whose beams.72 SILEX SCINTILLANS. like ashes. Under Yet are above. That curtain'd grave. both shall in Thee abide. though sleep. And shine and move Beyond So in that misty shroud. When Is like I lie do\vn ! The a clouded star. . my bed. hide My lamp and life.

but when Tb. Farewell ! I go to sleep I'll . A Dialogue. all this Unnumber'd in thy dust. thou'rt weak. Soul. Yet this take with thee Is thy first breath. when Is but one dram.OR SACRED FCEMS. Is a plain watch. days and hours are blinds. 'till day ? . ere we two stray. and man's eternal prime. Who ne'er betray'd rhan's trust. WTio drew this circle even He fills it . the last gasp of Time . Gc. Heav'n and without figures winds All ages up . Body. wake again. Then may His peace be with thee. sleep in peace : and when thou liest frame and what thou now descriest In sevral parts shall want a name. and each dust Writ in His book.e day-star springs. and sleepy. . 7^ THE EVENIXG-WATCH. Body. Amen ! but hark. How many Ah go hours dost think Soul.

] stealth of days ! 1 'TIS Silence and 'Tis now. Appeareth plain see But nothing but the snuff to : me its That. his Sun. There shine. and burn : . fled to their Maker's throne. [SILENCE AND STEALTH OF DAYS NOW. As he that in some cave's thick damp. Since thou art gone. Which show'd thee last. dark and dead. sleeps in known And common urn . lamp the night. Lock'd from the Fixetli a solitary light.74 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Twelve hundred hours. To brave And walking from when past That glimm'ring ray. Cuts through the heavy mists in haste Back to his day . defeat and rack my soul to Those beams again . So o'er fled minutes I retreat Unto that hour. and not a brow But clouds hang on. I search. But those. but did Thy light and pow'r.

and thee. not the dust. ! And now But I the spirit. . byWTiose see . O could I 75 track them but souls must Track one the other . light All things And in the heart of earth and night Find heaven. I brother. Must be thy have one pearl.OR SACRED POEMS.

Thy hand Those alone doth tame blasts. like winds. — Propp'd by Thy hand A WTiich quite. and knit 3- my frame . and stones For d'ust in every part. CHURCH Blest be the SERVICE. stony heart. would And But put to fligh*.76 SILEX SCJNTILLANS. for Thy misjht . But a hard. So that both stones and dust and cry to Thee. heap of sand ! busy thoughts. For dust. love ! God of harmony and The God above And Holy Dove ! 1 Whose interceding. O how in this Thy choir of souls I stand. all of me Jointly agree To . spiritual groans Make restless moans .

nd in this music. Thy martyrs' blood made good. O God.OR SACRED POEMS. ! My sighs and groans e 3 . The echo of these stones. by 77 Seal'd and Present. A.

.78 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Didst with Thy servant iim. sometimes It is. . rain Beat through. And filth and spot. And scarce a Not worth Thy eyes room but wind and . a ruin'd piece. and stain The seats and cells within Yet Thou in this cot. And their dark bed. liv'd in. BURIAL. am cast into that deep And senseless sleep. O Thou When I ! the first-fruits of the dead. Led by Thy All love wouldst stoop thus low. of The wages my sin : O Thou Watch then. all great Preserver of men 1 o'er that loose And empty Which I house. in truth.

come. Cut then the sum Lord. then. 8. to -wit. hut owselves also. ivailing for the adoption. the . and waits on Thee. Cap. 23. Beyond all eyes. and wasts. Drive Thee from me : Thou art the same. thus In life. and knows Thy 4- The world's Thy box I is all : : how then. 3- 70 And nothing can. I hourly see. haste. His wings are dull and sickly : Yet he Thy servant is. Lord. I stray In blasts. which have the first-fruits of the Spirit. faithful and just or dust. And net only they.OR SACRED POEMS. Or exhalations. clay. Though crumm'd. Yet Thy love spies That change. there toss d. Lord Jesus. Can But the delay be lost? Time now and slow . ver. redemption of our body. O come. quickly Is old : ! Rom. even we ourselves groan within ourselves.

Make me fair days of every night. delight When Thy least breath sustains my wing ! I shine.So SILEX SCINTILLANS. O that I were all soul ! that Thon I Wouidst make each part Of this poor. and I do each thing. Affliction tbus mere pleasure And hap what will. 'tis welcome But since Thy rays In sunny days still. Lord. pure heart . And Ah ! what shall I return for this 3. Thou dost thus lend. with what courage. sinful frame. And. is . and move Like those above. freely spend. with much gladness Quitting sadness. CHEERFULNESS. 2. If Thou be in't.

Then would I 8l drown My And Of single one to Thy praise A consort raise hallelujahs here below.OR SACRED POEMS. .

Love languisheth. And But I will then besiege the heart. and though The Be flatt'rer say. there's a tie of bodies and as they rust Dissolve. Thus Lazarus was carried out of town For 'tis our foes' chief art By distance all good objects first to drown. [SURE.] ! 1 Sure. That and hangs the head. be my own death's-head . Nor give nor take contaction fled. and some fowls thence Watch the returns of light. . . And man is such a marigold. Things distant doth unite Herbs sleep unto the East. THERE'S A AND AS it. short delights Tell us the world is brave. with to clay. And wrap us in imaginary flights Wide of a faithful grave." Because incertainties we cannot know. 2. Absents within the line conspire. TIE OF BODIES THEY. " I live.82 SILEX SCINTILLANS. and sense . and memory doth O'ercast with that cold dust For things thus centred. these shuts. sure not to believe. : But hearts are not so kind false. without beams or action.

Thy fortress. And One born in a manger Commands the beauteous files. there is a country Far beyond the stars. He Did is thy gracious Friend. above noise and danger. and thy ease. ! To die here for thy sake. If thou canst get but thither.0^ SACRED POEMS. Leave then thy foolish ranges For none can thee secure. My soul. Thy God. who never changes. There grows the flower of Peace. . The Rose that cannot wither. thy life. And in — O my soul awake pure love descend.. thy cure. But One. Sweet Peace sits crown'd with smiles. . 83 PEACE. Where stands a winged sentry All skilful in the wars : There.

saving tears What cruel smart Did tear Thy heart How didst Thou groan In the spirit.84 SILEX SCINTILLANS. But Thy fair branches wert felt as blood. WTiat pain didst Thou ! Feel in each blow How In didst Thou weep. dear God Did issue ! WTien Thy best blood forth forc'd by the rod. ! O MY chief good My dear. ! And Thyself steep Thy own precious. prest How To Thou feast be my In what deep anguish Didst Thou languish i . THE PASSION. whom my soul loves. it O Thou. and fears I Most blessed Vine Whose juice so good ! I feel as wine.

Doubling Thy griefs. praises sing ! How shall thy dust Thy . when none would own Thee I 3. And death unite To wrench and rack Thy blessed limbs I How pale and bloody ! Look'd Thy body How bruis'd and broke With every stroke ! How meek and patient was Thy spirit How didst Thou cry. What springs of sweat and blood did 85 drown Thee I How in one path full Did the wrath Of Thy great Father Crowd and gather. And groan on high " Father forgive. And let them live I ! die to make my foes inherit 1 4- O blessed Lamb That That took'st took'st my sin.OR SACRED POEMS. my shame. How did the weight Of all our sins.

I would I were ! One hearty tear One constant spring Then would I bring ! Thee two small mites. Thy death. to sing. .86 SILEX SCINTILLANS. and be at strife Which should most vie. my life. Teaching my years In smiles and tears To weep. My heart. or eye.

All day expect my am sadly loose.OR SACRED POEMS. 19. And groan too? why . or spring I I would Or To flow. Cap. or bird to sing I ! Then should But I — tied to one sure state date . . or tree. seal up thy looks. 87 Rom. Elenhn 8. and expect. and their Wholly inanimate. go . Or some poor highway herb. Of ought but influence Can they their heads lift. res creaice exerto capite observantes expectant revelationem filionim Dei. . and stray blast each A giddy O let way ! me not thus range Thou canst not change. state Go. flower by pedigree. ver. And do they so? hdVe they a sense ?. th' elect Can do no more my volumes said They were all dull. and dead They judg'd them senseless. ! And burn thy books were a stone.

? Thou wilt joy to see Thy sheep with Thee. . or ! news ? O brook O brook net Thy ! blood is mine. and groan for Thee. Sigh there. 4- O let not me do less ! shall they I sleep or Watch. Their liberty. peep from their beds Others. other creatures in this scene Thee only aim. Erect. and with heads . friends. 3- Sometimes I sit with Thee. Some rise to seek Thee. An Thy hour or then vary. not why wilt Thou After whole showers one drop Sure. whose birth is in the tomb. And cannot quit the womb.88 SILEX SCINTILLANS. And my it soul should be Thine stop . and mean . and tarry so. whil2 Shall I play ? Thy it mercies still abuse With fancies.

Egyptian damp. and put out that lamp — Thy Spirit feeds full . And heard them howl my sole Comfort. And check'd their fury. ! ! ! This hideous path. challenge here The brightest day . But He that with His blood a price too dear — My downy scores did pay. Dark as my deeds Should mist within me. and true. shade but yew. 89 THE RELAPSE. And 1 I will mend my own without delays Cease Thou Thy wrath ! : have deserv'd a thick. Bid me. when I saw them move. These are His due. calm streams. Fresh. cloudy spheres. almighty love. and fears . A darting conscience of stabs.OR SACRED POEMS. take no more these ways. and eternal beams. how gracious art Thou I had slipt Almost to hell. And on the verge of that dark. soft lily-shades. dreadful pit Did hear them yell But O Thy love Thy rich. and sad eclipses. These are my due. . spicy mornings. My God. thoughts. Joys full. Sweet. by virtue from Him. That sav'd my soul. No Sullen.

Call in thy powers run.9C SILEX SCINTILLANS. Hath got the prize. THE RESOLVE. All strew'd with flowers and happiness. And span up night : Follow the cry no more there is An ancient way. When shall that traveller That If thou will not come home. wouldst thither. Cannot be love . Or lips J and turn no more let wits Smile at fair eyes. . fresh as May . . linger not. Loose. . i HAVE consider'd it . but by contraction Can heat rocks. before the shadows stretch. parcell'd hearts will freeze : the sun With scatter'd locks Scarce warms. They're but a case . but who there weeping sits. move ? . and reach Home Be with the light there. or to none. To mind One path. Catch at the place Tell youth and beauty they must rot. And There turn. and find A longer stay Is but excus'd neglect. and stray Into another.

I renounce the pors'nous ware. and have check'd still my blood. wild blood. Dear friend ! whose holy. that heaves. 91 THE MATCH. My fierce. ever-living lines Have done much good To many.OR SACRED POEMS. or folly thwart And Here claim their share. . And if hereafter youth. There from no duties to be freed . and thrust my stubborn heart Into thy deed. Here I join hands. and inclines But is still tam'd By those bright fires which thee inflam'd .

and heal Thy servant : ! ! All lusts in me.92 SILEX SCINTILLANS. not mine. I am Thy life. the true world And endless O let me still mind that in this ! To Thee Thy Settle therefore I my thoughts. house. dread Lord. and shut ouoKl distractions My heart. The other. Both cost Thee dear For one. but poor . II. my gracious Lord. tenant here in the next is : . actions will in all my do resign be done. strike dead hear. . that canst not wish my soul's damnation. words. me from all inward strife ! Two lives I hold from Thee. ! That may unknit and Thee planted in it Lord Jesu O Thou didst bow Thy blessed head Upon a tree O do as much now unto me Lord. ^\^^o only wish life to ser^'e Thee I . the poor It is oblation . O Thou Yet through Thy mercies may be more. Accept. ! Afford And save me life.

this dust to overflow eyes . R I . And drown my But or pin And let this grain. Suffer no 93 more seal. and sick.OR SACRED POEMS. which here in tears I sow. Through Thy increase grow new and quick. them to Thy skies. Though dead.

their True hearts spread and heave as flow 'rs djo to the sun. Rise to prevent the sun sleep doth sins glut. when this world's is Walk with thy fellow-creatures note the hush And whispers amongst them. The manna was not good After sun-rising . so shalt thou keep Him company all day. Prayer should Dawn with the day. RULES AND LESSONS. fa[i]r-day sullies flowers. God . Yet never sleep the sun up. Him not go. The^spirit's duty. Each bush And oak doth know I AM. thy Give Him thoughts then . Until thou hast a blessing . and in Him sleep. There's not a spring Or leaf but hath his morning-hymn.94 SILEX SCINTILLANS. awful hours 'Twixt heaven and us. To do Unto the like our bodies but forerun . There are set. first God. . give thy soul leave . then resign . Canst thou not sing ? : O Serve leave thy cares and follies ! go all this way. And thou art sure to prosper before the world let the day. And heaven's gate opens shut. When first thy eyes unvei!.

Keep thou thy temper Dispatch necessities . light. thy country. on. keep thou thy ground. and thy friend be true : If priest and people change. and remember who Prevail'd by wrestling ere th^ sun did shine. rich. be thine. and ev'ry . . . Man's resurrection. Wrong not thy conscience for a rotten stick is That gain dreadful. which makes To God. mix not with each clay : life hath a load Which must be carri'd on. The whole Pour unto 95 Him . truth Is styl'd their "star. what needs a brutish force just ne'er ? But what's not good and go about. and have an eye to heav'n." and "hidden food. . counsels. let the heart Be God's alone. oil Then journey upon the stones weep for thy sin . and discourse. and the Future's bud Shroud in their births : The Crown of life. the first world's youth. Through If truth all thy actions.OR SACRED POEMS. Mornings are mysteries . When the world's up." the "stone." Three blessings wait upon them. swarm abroad. happy. and choose the better part. two of which Should move they make us holy. spirits sick. Let mildness and religion guide thee out. Yet keep those cares without thee. and safely may.

but give Proportion to their merits and thy purse . that dares mock God. sells Who Religion. Which thrives in storms. or lag behind. For tears are not thine own if thou giv'st words. and utmost pole. and smells best after showers. the prince of flowers. The bread we cast returns in fraughts one day. . It is the good man's make good thy part. Seal not thy eyes up from the poor. this will For honesty is safe. A sweet self-privacy in a right soul lines the Outruns the Earth. Spend not an hour so as to weep another. To all that seek Make not thy thee.96 SILEX SCINTILLANS. feast . come what can hap . Who. humble mind both his own joy and his Maker's too Let folly dust it on. bear an open heart : breast a labyrinth or trap If trials come. the soul cannot be sound. is a Judai Jew : And oaths once broke. Though waters : stray. when thy sins call for't. and man ? Seek not the same steps with the . crowd . . stick thou To Is thy sure trot a constant. can fence a curse Thou shalt not lose one mite. perjurer's a devil let loose : The what can Tie up his hands. Thou ma/st in rags a mighty prince relieve.

beasts feed. if he be such indeed. Whoso returns not. and th' Earth stands fast. speed. days. here fountains flow. . . what business e'er thoa hast. and the hearers Injure not modest blood. Who makes his jests of sins. Above are restless motions. whose spirits rise In judgment against lewdness that's base mt That voids but filth and stench. Dash not thy friend. fish leap. Hast thou no prize But sickness or infection ? stifle it. must be at least. When seasons change. nor Heav'n . his longings. . Observe God in His works . But shuts his door.OR SACRED POEMS. Unbitted tongues are in their penance double They shame trouble. running lights. . 97 O smother A vip'rous thought some syllables are swords. and keep low All mutinous thoughts. their owners. Vast circling azure. giddy clouds. But meet to quench and thy thirst Allow your joys religion that done. nights. To heighten thy devotions. and leaves God out all night. Birds sing. His wondrous method mark the various scenes . then lay before thine eyes . cannot pray aright. If not a very devil. worse than a beast. Yet fly no friend. And bring the same man back thou wert at first.

98 In heav'n . : Have Thy beams home with oil. . ice. His herb. thee trim thy lamp. and expire. and himself no guest. all Yet. High-noon thus provide Thee other mirth . who is thus dress'd. means Thou canst not miss His praise flower. his feast very robbery. and descent 'tis is but a span. Calms. and darkness. SILEX SCINTILLANS. thoughts . Who fills the world's unempti'd granaries is ! A A thankless feeder a thief. light. thunder. each by tree. and His pow'r. rainbows. and hastes his the dark beams and melancholy Earth. hail. Are shadows of His wisdom. set as he doth. the Fall foil. and The sun now Under stoops. buy And then set forth . and gives death the Man is a summer's day Cool to whose youth and a glorious evening. and well. Furthers his glory. snow. To meals when thou praise dost come. thy time decays . Thou art the man Whose rise. tempests. give Him the Whose arm suppli'd thee take what may And then be thankful O admire His ways . and. height. away with friends. pass'd. suffice. . . to hide All but preludes thy end. fire .

list 99 plain the thy deeds . and get thy Master's hand. Up with thy curtains give thy soul the wing so In some good thoughts . And thou unrak'st thy flames heats . when the day shall rise. score up scann'd for joy bead of days. then from the damps. : Where thou may'st sleep whole ages fiow'r life's poor Lasts not a night sometimes. shut up thy leaves be chaste . Of night. spend in the grave one hour .OR SACRED POEMS. and ache . accounts thus made. : stir unrake dark outvies In that dead age one beam th' Two in the day . the bad well Wash Thy off with tears. and dress'd for sleep. When night comes. but the good man lies Entombed many days Being laid. What's good. close not thy eyes . fire. make way 'Twixt heaven and thee . block it . Bad spirits fear This conversation . Before thy time be not a stranger there. i' die . before he dies. vain / mourn where God thy fire. God pries . those sparks will bring New And besides where these odge. But perfect all before thou sleep'st There's one sun more strung on my . not with delays then say . When thy nap's over. that bush is shall not burn.

.lOO SILEX SCINTILLANS. and rise " Do as thou wouldst be done unto. and works of life this do. though then the sun a star. And live who doth not thus. and love thy neighbour " "watch." " Love God. thou the works of day. and eternal nights ? lose ! . hath lost Heav'n's . and pray. Through be thickest nights far . Do Briefly. ." These are the words. way. O look up. wilt change those lights it not For chains of darkness.

. still As soon They seem'd as they did seed for that act. but —like himself— died . hither And. and knew from whence He came. Sore. saw heaven o'er his head. . This made him long for home. it was not so. condemned. as first love draws strongest. to quarrel with him That fell him.OR SACRED POEMS. Nor did those last. Things here were strange unto him sweat and till All was a thorn or weed . and by those weak rays Had some glimpse of his birth. and crack'd The whole frame \vith his fall. so from hence His mind sure progressed thither. and would often say "Ah what bright days were those " Nor was heav'n cold unto him for each day The valley or the mountain Afforded visits. and still Paradise lay In some trreen shade or fountain. ! ! . . Was stone and earth He He shin'd a little. all Man in those early days . CORRUPTION. as loth to stay With murmurers and foes He sigh'd for Eden. foil'd them all He drew the curse upon the world.

But bids the thread be spun. I see. Thy curtains are close-drawn . thick darkness All's in deep sleep and night : lies And But hark hatcheth o'er ! Thy people that ? what trumpet's ! what angel ?" cries "Arise thrust in Thy sickle . Angels lay each bush. Sin triumphs still. And he was sure to view them. and highway knew them Walk but the fields.32 SILEX SCINTILLANS. and swears to stir nor fire. and cell. nor fan. and man is sunk below The centre. leiger here . and his shroud. Thy bo «• Looks dim too in the cloud . . Each oak. or sit down at some well. Almighty Love where art Thou now ? mad man ! Sits down and freezeth on . He raves.

Welcome. In thee the hidden stone.OR SACRED POEMS. tell my faults are Thine. soul's joy and food ! The Of spirits Heav'n extracted lies in thee. the Law and Stones. Thou art life's charter. : thee so This Book and Sweet Saviour. rare. the Dove's spotless nest. . God in the voice. O that I had deep cut in my hard heart Each line in thee Then would I plead in groans Of my Lord's penning. and by sweetest art Return upon Himself. feast dear book. and choice The key that opens to all mysteries. 103 H[OLYj SCRIPTURES. Thou didst die I . the manna lies : rhou art the great elixir. . The Word in characters. ! Read Will here. Where souls are hatch'd unto eternity.

mud cold . my God smell a . what fruit hast Thou of But. Breathe I all in one sweet glance survey I flourish. and did share Their youth and beauty showers nipt. 1 Sullied with dust and . O just Lord. and all the day Wear in my bosom a full sun such store Hath one beam from Thy eyes.I04 SILEX SCINTILLANS. snarling blast shot through me. perfumes and spice dew like myrrh. is all Thus Thou day a thankless weed dost or fog And when Th' hast done. 'Twas but how fresh Thy visits are now my bleak leaves hopeless bung. But since Thou didst Their sad decays. The odour I bequeath. How Each rich. and once more . and wrung Their spiciness and blood . a stench. ! this What one To poor leaf did ever wait upon all I yet fall Thy wreath ? dress. U N PROFITABLENESS. ah. .

Shining. offer up the I would were some this inn 1 bird. should be still. and the busy springs 1 A consort Awake ! make and should rise awake sacrifice. or lifted far Above And Then road of sin either star. doth spice the day.OR SACRED POEMS. . awake hark how th' wood rings. 105 CHRISrS NATIVITY. or bird. or star. It is glad heart 1 get up. Man To I is their high-priest. Awake. Awake ! awake ! The sun doth shake Light from his locks. and sing the birthday of thy King. Awake. or singing to Thee. and all the way Breathing perfumes. Winds whisper. Flutt'ring in woods. I.

Yet Thou ! wilt. . Sweet Jesu will then let no more ! This leper haunt. would I had for in my ! best part Fit' rooms Thee or that my heart Were so clean as Thy manger was But I if ! am all filth. canst make clean. by mystic birth. and soil Thy door Cure him. ease him. life be borne in Earth. Thou . O release hira ! And let once The Lord of more.io6 I SILEX SCINTILLANS. and obscene .

and ev'ry sphere . In music doth contend And shall we then no voices lift ? Are mercy. and salvation Not worth our thanks ? Is life a gift Of no more acceptation ? Shall He that did come down from thence And Shall here for us was slain.OR SACRED POEMS. Nor one day bless His birth ? Alas. How kind is Heav'n is to man ! If here One sinner doth joy. icff II. Straight there amend. my God ! Thy birth now here Must not be number'd in the year. and earth ? Neither His bloody passions mind. He be now cast off? no sense ? ? Of all His woes remain Can neither love. . nor sufFrings bind Are we all stone.

— tell ? then. some youthful eye Seeks there for symmetry. Sleeps not. but shaking off sloth and neglects. its and sets. In the same livery drest. Where thy glory 2. the sun. Lies tame as all the rest When six years thence digg'd up. Or the next foot to crush. Paying the day debts — for repose and darkness bound — he might Rest from the fears i' th' night . But finding none. As he that in the midst of day expects The hideous Works with That night. peace ! I blush to hear thee . THE CHECK.fO& SILEX SCINTILLANS.nd humble is dust. speechless heap. dear flesh. shall leave thee to the wind. And point us out the way While we pass by . and in the midst my heart. So should we too. Peace. when thou art A A dusty story. A. Scatt'ring thy kind. All things teach us to die.

Thy lines. And mind it not. Of God's own blood awake thee ? He bids beware Of drunk'ness. how He doth invite thee ! with what voice Of love and sorrow He begs and calls ! " O Thou knew'st but thy that in these thy days " own good ! Shall not the cries of blood. thy love ? Away Redeem the day The day that gives no observation . Thy glimpse View thy Piay not away of light : 109 3* fore-runners : Creatures. their damps to day excel Whose pow'r doth so As to make clay A spirit. ! Perhaps to-morrow. each tree. : and die birds. giv'n to be Thy Take their leave. . beasts. care But thou sleep'st on where's now thy protestation. I 2 . and true glory dwell In dust and stones. youth's companions. 4- Hark. their mists to beams. Have one large language. Make Turning these sad shades pure sun.OR SACRED POEMS. All that have growth or breath. surfeits. death ! O then play not ! but strive to Him. who can .

my God Thy I love Thee most. But while I grow stretch to Thee. . and bit with frost. Thou got'st my heart and though By winds. love I I threaten heaven. Too Touch'd by Thy fire and breath Thy blood is my dew. Becam'st Thyself both guide and scout Even from that hour . .SILEX SCINTILLANS. Breaking the link 'Twixt Thee and Into th' me . and from my cell Of clay and frailty break and bud. beckon out My brutish soul. and springing well. ! All the long day Yet. I here tost pine and shrink. Quitting Thy way . aiming at all And Thy stars and spangled hall. and ofttimes creep old silence. and dead sleep. and to Thy slave . DISORDER AND FRAILTY. When first Thou didst even from the grave And womb of darkness. Alas. sure.

weed 3- ! Thu? like some sleeping exhalation. the sun. Beats them quite off. until fly . And. In sickly expirations tames.OR SACRED POEMS. wak'd by heat. Which. Each fly \i\ doth taste Poison. Poor. And. after all my height of flames. sometimes a show'r shoot. And soars. and beams. makes up Unto that comforter. descends. and blast My yielding leaves . Cool'd by the damps of night. whence it sprung. and in an hour Not one poor But the bare root Hid underground. there ends. falling star 4- O. And hatch rny soul. and shines but ere we sup And walk two steps. Pine. yes! but give wings to my it fite. Doth my weak fire . Leaving me dead bed. frail fall. On my Until first Thy sun again ascends. and retire . survives the Alas.

And for His sake Who His life for died to stake mine. ? O Ephraim. is I entreat thee ? for thy goodness as the early as a morning cloud. tire stars. ver. HosEA. But dress and water with Thy grace Together with the seed. Let not perverse And foolish Of forward thoughts add to sins. .112 SILEX SCINTILLANS. 6. Thy will My my verse. tune to heart. Cap. how shall zohat shalll do unto thee O Judah. the place . 4. Up Of where Thou art. and dew it goeth aziay. my bill and kill That seed which Thou In me didst sow . amongst Thy above infirmity .

To That gild dress. and trim our shame fairer rank poison. . Go. Let nightingales attend the Spring. my only light. The purls of youthful blood. 113 IDLE VERSE. go. sugar'd sin. Shadow no more my door I will ! no longer cobwebs spin I'm too . Winter is all my year. suffice. and allow Vice in a name . It snows and freezeth here . make a match. : And join Blind. or glove . that study how . quaint follies. go. and bowls. For since amidst my youth and night My We'll great Preserver smiles. Go. Simper'd and shin'd on you Twist not my cypress with your bays. my warmer days .OR SACRED POEMS. Lust in the robes of Love. Or roses with my yew. much on the score. desp'rate against their wiles fits. seek out some greener thing. The Let idle talk of fev'rish soii!^ Sick with a it scarf.

and Heaven here man on . A Eternity in time . 2. I. God's parle with dust those hills of myrrh. The narrow way . flowers Angels descending the returns of trust after six-days-showers 3! A gleam of glory The Church's love-feasts . SON— DAYS. . world's gladness prepossess'd in this . of rest. The pulleys unto headlong man Time's bower. day to seek by which lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days . Bright shadows The next of true rest some shoots of Heaven once a week ! bliss .114 SILEX SCINTILLANS. . God's walking hour. And home . The cool o' th' day ! The creature's jubilee . Time's prerogative. interest And Deducted from the whole . Transplanted Paradise . the combs. and hive. and the rich And full redemption of the whole week's flight the steps all We climb above ages .

That guides through erring hours . The milky way storj" 115 a clue chalk'd out with suns . and in full A taste of heav'n Of a full feast . . on earth .OR SACRED POEMS. the pledge and cue and the out-Courts of glory.

Look from Thy throne upon this roll Of heavy sins. REPENTANCE. That little gate And narrow way. my sad Seduced soul sighs up to Thee To Thee.Ii6 SILEX SCINTILLANS. or taught — — This I believed oft . and subtly stole ." Yet that not sorting to my end. and power checking the health And heat of Thine. my high transgressions. My forward flesh crept on. quick'ning the whole With that one grain's infused wealth. . Both growth. Came from Wherefore. Lord. by which to Thee The passage is. and. That sacred Thy Spirit. since Thou didst in this vile clay ray. where some small birds. And those but seldom too were caught Thy promises but empty words Which none but children heard. he term'd a grate . though a friend far and whisper'd " No. And seest all things just as they be. . And entrance to captivity Thy laws but nets. pierc'd through with grief. plant. I wholly listen'd to my foe. Who with true light art clad.

Cut me not my transgressions.OR SACRED POEMS. their leaves the flowers. . taking up store score. The stars. . and. Scatter these shades of death.-as last day. the sighs of wind. to which I am stark blind The dew. A spring O my ran by. The beams they warm them at i' th' light . summon'd lest I to decide this strife And should lack for arrears. accept of my confession It v. . Thy herbs drink up by night. Thy fair and various Sought out what might outvie my The blades of grass. much softer than my heart The drops of rain. that off for may live . my love ! Most blessed Lamb and mildest Dove ! Forgive your penitent offender. My sins alone outweigh'd them all. dear God I my ! life. —Touch'd with the Through all guilt of my own way I sat alone. The bitter cup. and give my soul. And no more Light to his sins remember it . their seeding The dust. of which I am a part The stones. . Which I 117 confess with all my soul ! My God. I told her tears But when these came unto the scale. Thy creatures feeding The trees. All that have signature or I life.

Lord.iiS SILEX SCINTILLANS. and suppressions But give thera ^Vhose spring in those streams a part is in my Saviour's heart. Wilful rebellions. . . Only in Him. on Whom I feast. His woes. O O think on call to this. can man be holy. . I may do all so no more ! Though then sinners I exceed. I confess the heinous score. with Thee. though fair and Are dark and unclean in Thy sight How then. " Thy Son did bleed mind His wounds. Who dost Thine angels charge with folly ? what 1 am I. . bright. and gone to-morrow. the gourd of sin am Profaneness on Pollutions my tongue doth rest. His agony. and bloody throes Then look on all that Thou hast made. Thee is dead . Both soul and body are well drest His pure perfection quits all score. . that I should breed ? Figs on a thorn. Defects and darkness in all my breast my And even my soul to body wed. And mark how they do fail and fade The heavens themselves. And pray. And fills the boxes of His poor . Growing o'ernight. In all this round of life and death Nothing's more vile than is my breath . flowers on a weed and sorrow.

He let 119.OR SACRED POEMS. long life and light I is infinite. O Thy justice then in Him confine . And through His merits make Thy mercy mine ! . He is the centre of am but finite.

. Wearied out in a harmless strife Of tears and milk. thy \'irgin-ciumbs thy Saviour comes ! Lapp'd Expecting in the sweets of thy till young breath. and fall. the food of Sweetly didst thou expire all 1 : thy soul Flew home unstain'd by his new kiu . whose blossom-life Did only look about. Blest infant bud. and Softly rest all sin. To dress them.SILEX SCINTILLANS. For ere thou knew'st how to be foul. Death wean'd thee from the world. and unswaddle death. THE BURIAL OF AN INFANT.

l shade. Reacheth as well things of dejection As th' high and tall How And All hath my God by raying thee. Stars shut up shop. when the day Breaks. The Law and ceremonies made A glorious night. That scene was chang'd.OK SACRED POEMS. and a new dress And Left for us here . Had But as in Nature. no noise Can from those joys That wait on Thee. the moon mourns . of a private family Made open house may be now co-heirs Of bond or free interdict us . '\\Tiere stars and clouds both. mists pack away. Bright and Equal blest beam ! whose strong projection tc all. Enlarg'd His Spouse. So when the Sun of righteousness Did once appear. FAITH. equal right light av. night adjourns.

And So as i' th' natural sun. heat. Whose sad fail And And bitter fights figur'd in those mystical cloudy rites ." And my most loving Lord straightway " Doth answer. . altars fell. these three. Veils became Fires all useless. " Live ! . Hope. Charity Through Him complete Faith spans up bliss . what sin and death are Put us quite from. Of Then Were did things did He shine forth. Light.SILEX SCINTILLANS. motion. Lest we should run I for't out of breath. Faith brings us home So that need no more but say "I do believe. now Faith. smoking die shell And that sacred pomp and fly.

the light now vanish without number. That with Thy glory doth best chime All now are stirring. fragrant hours Unlock Tby bowers ? And with their blush of light descry Thy locks crown'd with eternity ? Indeed. Not one beam triumphs. but from That morning-star.OR SACRED POEMS. Break When Or either sleep. or some dark pleasure Possesseth mad man without measure? shall these early. VOL. clouds disband and scatter. Ah what time wilt Thoa come ? when shall " The Bridegroom's coming " fill the sky ? ! ! that cry Shall it in the evening run When Or our words and'works are done? will Thy all-surprising light at midnight. And for Stars Thy shadow looks. far K . I. ev'ry field Full hymns doth yield . The pursy All expect some sudden matter. it is the only time . 123 THE DAWNING. Sleepy planets set and slumber. The whole creation shakes off night.

a traveller water crave. O at what time soever Thou. . Have commerce sometimes with poor my fleshy though vile and low. and in a grave . Descend Grant I to judge poor careless man. yet is acquainted . Elsewhere. And chief acquaintance be above So when that day and hour shall come. Unknown to us. force I must dust. Watching the break of Thy great day. not like puddle lie may if In a corrupt security. Where.124 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Thou'lt find me dress'd and on my way. my love. the heavens wilt bow. dead. In which Thy Self will be the sun. And with Thy angels in the van. this let doth in her channel flow. . And though So let here born. my course. and flowing keeps untainted me all my busy age In Thy free services engage And though — while here — of And As Yet in . my aim. vocal spring All day and night doth run and sing. He But finds it at this restless.

OR SACRED POEMS. brass and iron And Then did As all my when my stock lay powers moum'd . bowels tum'd dead. art. : And But ere let Thy beggar lie. No quiet couldst Thou have nor didst Thou wmk. How To shrill are silent tears 1 when sin got head And all my . 125 ADMISSION. my cries could overflow their brink . these drops — for marble sweats. Didst to each drop reply Bowels of love ! at what low at rate. yet. or turn Thy Because where Thou we cannot We send tears to the place. And rocks have tears rain here at our windows Chide in Thine ears 2. and suck Thee face. . And And slight a price Dost Thou relieve us still Thy gate. beats. K 2 . . our cries We are Thy infants. if Thou go. But hide.

A flood that Hear now a flood. My Saviour's blood. all not mine Thine. that yet not and ev'ry part Of mine may wait on Thine I .126 SILEX SCINTILLANS. 4. O So give me then a thankful heart ! a heart . drowns both tears and groans. These find Thee out. . O hear my tears alone. and though our Drove Thee away sins Yet with Thy love that absence wins Us double pay. After after Thy own.

Not one minute in the year But I'll mind Thee. I will bless And my soul in I will Thee new array dress Thee . I will raise Thee . and length.OR SACRED POEMS. As my seal and bracelet here I will bind Thee . . And when fears and doubts were Thou hast clear'd mc 1 rife. And as Thou giv'st line. PRAISE. King of comforts ! King of life I Thou hast cheer'd me . Not a thought. Wherefore with my utmost strength I will praise Thee. that breaks my But Thou kill'st it rest. not oi-ce a day. Day and night. . Not a nook in all my breast But Thou fill'st it.

made even There. as if in heaven. Our foul. I will treasure. art Past thought of heart And From canst no whit Access admit dust and dulness . I will rest me. strife With Thy groans my I will daily breath measure. till And Thy promise.128 In SILEX SCINTILLANS. hid in And my life Thy death. . Then. Though then Thou All perfect fulness. Thy word. And Thy bloody wounds and They will ease me . shall feast me. clay hands As not At Thy commands Bring praise and incense . Yet to Thy name. Thy sayings all my life They shall please me. the same With Thy bright essence.

dread 129 Lord. If then. Strow at Thy door That one poor blossom- . Some such poor off" ring . to his pow'r. WTien Thou hast made Thy beggar glad And fiU'd his bosom. Let him. Thy wretch comes hath a flow'r Or.OR SACRED POEMS. When He to Thy board begging. though poor.

undefil'd High-priest The perfect. he Live. and sign Thy gifts so deal . Give him Thy private seal. . Open my desolate rooms my gloomy breast With Thy clear fire refine. as Thou dost him intend. Whose glorious conquest nothing can resist.I30 SILEX SCINTILLANS. That. and with Thy secret key . But even in babes dost triumph still and win . O Thod that lovest a pure and whiten'd soul That feed'st among the lilies. Thou holy. Thy mystical communion. These dark confusions that within me nest And soil Thy temple with a sinful rust. full oblation for all sin. harmless. that in the end He may take Thee. DRESSING. till the day Break and the shadows flee touch with one coal My frozen heart . and rise with Thee Let him so follow here. die. absent. Give to Thy wretched one may see. Earnest. burning to dust .

my soul and body. That may Thy members. Then kneel. Thy blood. If saints and angels fall down. . Give me. and eat Thy body as their common meat O let not me do so ! Poor dust should lie still low . my God ! Thy grace.OR SACRED POEMS. That these forerunners here May make Whatever Thou dost Bread for the future clear bid. The beams and That never I take brightness of Thy face . Give him with pity love. like a beast Thy sacred feast. kneel and bow . more than mine. let faith . Two flowers that grew with Thee above Love that shall not admit Anger for one short fit : And pity of such a divine extent resent. much more thou. and wine for make good. Thy body. Some sit to Thee. Or the di ead mysteries of Thy blest blood Use with like custom as my kitchen food.

EASTER-DAY. Who But never feel'st the sun. Whose spittle only could restore the blind.132 SILEX SCINTILLANS. ! and thy verse ? Hosanna hark ! M-hy dost thou stay? ! Arise arise ! And with His healing blood anoint thine eyes. whose sad heart. and cancell'd two deaths due to thee. . like the sun. Thou. thy branches. Awake ! awake ! And His resurrection partake. in — Awake Where ! awake ! and. Who on this day that thou might'st rise as He Rose up. Thy inward eyes His blood will cure thy mind. and weeping head Whose cloudy breast cold damps invade. . nor smooth'st thy brow. disperse All mists that would usurp this day are thy palms. lies low. sitt'st oppressed in the shade.

Even And Who thus hath thrown contempt thy kingdom down. get you packing.OR SACRED POEMS. Nothing now to man is lacking All your triumphs now are ended. From this unto the last of days ! . To Him be glory. to wake more merrjYouth now. from Thee look for new strength . tir'd with length Of days. The weak and aged. by His blood did us advance to Unto His own inheritance . full of pious duty. Death and darkness. 133 EASTER HYMN. Death a nap. power. Graves are beds now for the weary. praise. unto Him. Seeks in Thee for perfect beauty . Then. And As infants with if Thy pangs contest pleasant as with the breast. is And what Adam marr'd mended .

Are but mere leaves turn'd by Thy breath. Dead welcome life and deep in trouble But grace and blessings came with thee so rife That they have quicken'd even dry stubble. They. or shuts cuts. the sun eclipses But that great darkness at When the veil broke with Thy Thy death. lie. Nothing that or lives. As Thy hand opes Healings and Darkness and daylight. Welcome. by Thy Word. Dark. And But hath still must be is. life and death. And when things were rude. void.134 SILEX SCINTILLANS. his quick'nings and reprieves. thus. And blackness sits On As on the divinest wits. . . Spirits without Thee die. . Thus souls their bodies animate. sweet and sacred feast ! I I was. THE HOLY COMMUNION. and crude. at first. last breath. Did make us see The way to Thee . . . their beauty had and date All were by Thee.

OR SACRED POEMS. 135 After Thy blood clear'd our eyes. sacred ties. sleep. without Thee cannot stand to lose ? Was't not enough Thy breath blood by an accursed death. Who wrought Thy woe ? ! O Rose of Sharon art O the Lily ! How Of the Valley Thou now Thy flock to keep. but Thou must Us by the hand. That should both cleanse means And keep us so. Thy Self betroth and bodies both. that did bereave the Thee of them both. And now by these sure. us still take And keep awake. — Our sov'reign good Had And Thou Our given us sight dost unto souls. But Thou must also leave To us. In everlasting Was't not enough th-at Thou hadst paid also the price. light. And given us eyes When we had none. Become both food and Shepherd to Thy sheep ! . these seals. When we would Who And Or from Thee creep.

He The my sun and shade cold by night. The glorious is God is my sole stay. Unto my very Whether abroad amidst the crowd.136 SILEX SCINTILLANS. That I shall not be moved . Unseen. not reckoning those. His watchful eye is ever ope. He is my pillar Now and for and my cloud evermore. Neither shall me invade. . He is alone my help and hope. PSALM Up I 121. fills. soul. And guardeth His beloved . both heaven and earth. Doth all their And is a shield. to those bright and gladsome hills. He keeps me from the spite of plots control foes. Or else within my door. Whence flows look and sigh my weal and for Him Who mirth. the heat by day. .

and bind thy pow'rs. wholesome. . not a tree Would make us bowers.OR SACRED POEMS. that turns gall . poverty to wealth And brings man home when he doth range. To wine and sweetness. To check the mule. 137 AFFLICTION. and crosses are but curbs . This is the great elixir. \\Tio ordain'd the day. Ordain night too? And in the greater world display What in the lesser He would do ? All flesh is clay. Thou wouldst to weeds and thistles quite And be more wild than is thy verse. unruly man They are heaven's husbandry. and but that God rod. Sickness is disperse. Thou dost Thy physic pills that change Thy sick accessions into settled health ! ! miscall : . we . tnou know'st . Were all the year one constant sunshine. Did not He. Doth use His And by a fruitful change of frosts and showers Cherish. the famous Purging the floor fan. Peace peace it is not so. Should have no flowers All would be drought and leanness . which chaff disturbs.

and whites that rest Something of sickness would disclose. red is dull. and for Exchange their peace and furs. .rj8 SILEX SCINTILLANS. steei And by Making a sacred. Thus doth God key disorder'd man. Tuning his breast to rise or fall . Nothing that stirs. needful art part. Or hath a name. Like strings stretch ev'ry the whole most musical. Beauty consists Which is The settled not but flies and that's best and flows . But waits upon this wheel Kingdoms too have their physic. Vicissitude plays all the game . in colours fix'd. Which none else can. .

Mighty Love. She made the Earth. Makes up but Sure. And tempests have more in them. by a gracious art Hid in these low things snares to gain his^eart laid surprises in I. VOL. So in the midst of all her fears And Her faint requests. earnest sighs procur'd her tears And fill'd her braasts. How This is man parcell'd out ! how ev'ry hour Shows him late. Till to those sighs fetch'd from her womb Rain did reply . their nurse and :omb.OK SACRED POEMS. Her breasts grown dfy . and slav'd to sense. Sigh to the sky. When And Nature on her bosom saw Her infants all die^ her flowers wither'd to straw. 13'^ THE TEMPEST. or something iie should see long heat may his instruction be . And each element. than a shower. foreseeing the descent Of this poor creature. himself. lectures for -his eye and ear. L . ! ^^ O that man could do so that he would hear The world read to hiiu all the vast expense ! In the creation shed.

these. How . first beds and mount and. he . alas ! what can ? ^ 'j These new discoveries do.point him the trees. mists 0^ corruptest foam . All have their keys and set ascents Though he knows own. air to Light. cast off grossness? only earth And man —like Issachar —in loads delight light. invisibly. Motion. Heaven hath less beauty than And money better music than the the dust he spies. flowers. And painted trimming. way home. his Sleeps at the ladder's foot . Water's refined to motion. Their leaves with wate'' and humidity. «? i> Chide and Quit their Strive fly up . And seeds a kindred fire have with the sky. . takes down both spheres. . Plants in the root with earth do most comply. /Fire to all* three. . but . man hath no such mirth. but man. all upwards do they still. herbs. except they drown Thus grovelling in the shade and darkness. his eyes. Sinks to a dead oblivion and though all He And sees — like pyramids —shoot from this ball still less'ning grow up . The flowers to air draw near. Heat. and subtilty.140 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Yet hugs he still his dirt the stuff he wears. All things here show him heaven waters that fall. and hath more of .

for ! If I must fire give no Without a steel. Must he nor temper his short hour ? nor sing ? grows ne'er a flower his temples ? shall dreams be his law ? O foolish man is it ! how hast thou losyJjj^sigbJj* How Is that the sun to thee alone Hath Lord flesh grown thick darkness. flints will Thou didst put a Be broke again. and thy bread a stone ? no softness now ? midday no light ? soul here. and grind this flint .OR SACRED POEMS. what ? snail straw And To crown bulrush-fetters sip. O let Thy power clear to dust I Thy gift once more. 141 he knows it . Life's but a blast .

Press not to be thy own I foe and Mine .k4> SILEX SCTNTILLANS. Out of mere love. Let it suffice. By His mild Dove Did show me home and put me in the way. That shine and share Part of His mansion . RETIREMENT. but chose to wink at the very brink And edge of all. Keeping close house Above the morning star. for to this day did delay. fall. And would Nay. When thou wouldst My love twist held thee up. Who on yon throne of azure sits. . at length thy fits And Have had Still lusts— said their wish He and way . Whose meaner shows And outward utensils these glories are. 2. He one day. not see. My unseen link. When I went quite astray.

there nothing gay . or array Dust lies with dust. for My hands drew the line Assigned thine If then thou wouldst unto My seat. My name I and honour both do dwell shall until all And make new . .OR SACRED POEMS. . 'Tis not th' applause. I know thy lot. and end. and feat Of But from those dust and clay. firam'd. In perfumes. 4- Now I here below where yet untam'd Thou As In it dost thus rove. And The same hath but just respect and room with ev'ry clay. follies a resolVd retreat. Extent. 3- 143 I know thee well for I have And hate thee not Thy spirit too is Mine . Leads to that way. have a house as well there above .

Thy true descent Where dead men preach. In heraldry where thou may'st see." — My doors Dost hear ? . and keep Within those doors «'I will.144 SILEX SCINTILLANS. 5- A faithful school. Is fast asleep Up then. Of stones and speechless earth. who can and mirth turn feasts To There funerals and Lent. that out of doors Thy eyes and blind thee : still. might fill dust.

or spill That seed Thou sow'st. and molest In both Thou work'st unto the best. bless'd be Thy skill Thy dew. So thrive I best.OR SACRED POEMS. 145 LOVE AND DISCIPLINE. And cur'd by crosses at Thy cost. ! The dew doth cheer what is distress'd. The frosts ill weeds nip. Thus while Thy sev'ral mercies plot. And all the year have some green ears. The work goes on. bless'd distil be Thy will And since these biting frosts but kill Some tares in me which choke. Bless'd be frost. For as Thy hand the weather steeis. and bless'd Thy And happy I to be so cross'd. Since in a land not barren still. now hot. And work on me now cold. . and slacketh not . —Because Thou dost Thy grace My lot is fall'n. 'twixt joys and tears.

They rest and dream homes of their own — A place. when the twilight's come. As birds robb'd of their native wood. sing. and grieve for Thee. still when Thou get wilt appear. That I long. full And Expect of tossings to and fro. their diet Although Yet neither may be fine. As travellers. Is all the note within my bush. O and groan. The past day's accidents do sum With " Thus we saw there.146 SILEX SCINTILLANS. But with the thought of home do pine . THE PILGRIMAGE. I may me up and go. And in the sky the stars appear. nor like their food. and thus here Then Jacob-like lodge in a place. For Thee my words. . and no more. my tears do gush that I were but where I see ! . is set down Where till the day restore the race. : So for this night I linger here.

That I may travel to Thy mount. Cap. And they confessed that they were strangers and fiilrrims on the earth. more nights to count. all the way. xi. bread. So do I 147 mourn. . So strengthen me. 13.a\»e yet more and since I may days.OR SACRED POEMS. Lord. live. give. ver. and hang dost I for far better And though Thou Yet look Because by this my head me fulness . Hee. man cannot O feed me then ! H.

like leaves in a high wind. . all the Thy hand Nay. fi'ry And shine from Paran. and — which full brings Thy Dove too bears us on her sacred wings. clad in flame not so much way comfort We climb up this.148 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Terror. With filial confidence we touch ev'n Thee And where the other Mount. Thou tak'st ours. when all Thy weeds were rich. . all And threat'ning clouds. and Thy threats. Then and fear ! chosen flock. Lord. did thaw Thy people's hearts. and have too our stay . and their heads But now since we to Sion came. And inaccessible for light. Whisper'd obedience. And through Thy blood Thy glory see. THE LAW AND THE GOSPEL. when a law. and might. would As 'bide the touch. inclin'd. Pronounced with thunder. when Thou didst on Sinai pitch. How Thy did poor flesh —which after Thou didst wear faint.

if I. I did not love Thee. . Thou gav'st plant in So 1 twist me Thy Gospel and Thy law. And after all Thy acts of grace doth kick.OR SACRED POEMS. 15. : would both think and judge. 149 Yet since man is a very brute. Or So nail those blessed limbs again shall But should I Which bore my pain. and by a black excess Force dovfn a just curse. but drink Thy blood Not break Thy fence. bless Let me not scatter. John. beg at Thy door For this one more . and despise my food. when Thy hands would Let . who have a suit To Thee each hour. Both faith and awe . ver. Mdy keep My conifnandments. I know Thou'lt bear. sick. If ye l<rve 14. find too 4- me not spill. them in my heart. Slighting that health when he was Be not displeas'd. Thy mild injunction nothing move me. Cap. Thy mercies flow for while I fear. that ever there Thy fear ! may as well as love.

days. while he his eyes did pour Upon a flow'r. THE WORLD. Like a thick midnight -fog. and knots. his fancy. as it was bright . And round beneath it. Like a great ring of pure and endless Ail calm. . All scatter'd lay. nor go . I SAW Eternity the other night. light. He did nor stay. hung with weights and woe. flights. years. in hours. Yet his dear treasure. And clouds of crying witnesses without Pursued him with one shout. The darksome statesman. Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd in which the world And The doting Near him. and his . lover in his quaintest strain his lute. Wit's sour delight? With gloves. all her train were hurl'd. mov'd there so slow. Condemning thoughts Upon his —like sad eclipses —scowl soul. Time .SILEX SCTNTILLANS. the silly snares of pleasure. Did there complain .

soar'd up into the ring But most would use no winsi. trivial wares enslave. perjuries Were gnats and flies. 151 Yet digg'd the mole. scorn'd pretence The downright While And Said others. lives His own hands with the In fear of thieves. but he Drank them as free. slipp'd into a liitle less wide excess. And hugg'd each one his pelf epicure plac'd heav'n in sense. The fearful miser on a heap of rust all his life there. 3. Who And think them brave poor. who And sing. despised Truth sate counting by Their victory. . . Yet some. and lest his ways be found. all this . Where he did clutch his prey : . Sate pining did scarce trust dust. and weep. Work'd under ground. but Thousands there were as frantic as himself.OR SACRED POEMS. . while did weep and sing. It rain'd about him blood and tears. 4. The weaker sort slight. Yet would not place one piece above. but one did see That policy Churches and altars fed him .

is not of the Father. All that is 2. none provide. And the world fasseth away. and be More bright than he ! But as I did their madness so discuss. and the but he that doefh the will of God ahUeth for ever. but is of the world. the lust of the eyes. fools O — said —thus to prefer dark night I Before true light To live in grots and caves. A Leads up to God way where you might tread the sun. One whisper'd "This ring the thus.152 SILEX SCINTILLANS. lusts thereof. which from shows the way . in the world. 17. ver. . the lust of the flesh. Cap. for Bridegroom did But for His bride. 16. this dead and dark abode . and the pride of life. and hate the day it Because The way. ToHN.

where. down and casting in my heart The after-burthens. who felt them boil thoughts. . but I. and griefs yet to come. Weary I^Te of this same clay and straw. They murmur'd sore . Not Thine alone but mine too. me so strive and struggle with Thy foes. Did quit their troubled channel and retire Unto the banks. that —sick and sore dismayed My some stone doth start. 153 THE MUTINY. that though in this vale Of sin and death I sojourn. Him. to Thee the finisher May prove . who made poor : sand to tire And tame proud waves if yet these barren grounds And thirsty brick must be said I — My task. and destiny. I laid to breathe. like water which Turning to And knew their coil. that when all Let Their arts and force are built unto the height. That Babel-weight Thy glory and their shame so close And knit me to Thee. yet one eye May look to Thee. storming at those bounds. The heavy sum So shook my breast.OR SACRED POEMS.

Cap. O give Of it full obedience. which up and down doth fly. there with such redress Canst light and lead me That no decay shall touch . which no man knoweth.rS4 SILEX SCINTILLANS. and in a new nanic written. author of And so show me home. or sands. foam And frothy noise. stone. A sea. faith my That all this ! 3- Not but I To bring know Thou hast a shorter cut me home. O be pleas'd To fix my steps Thy sacred and For Thy and whatsoever path eternal will decreed bruis'd reed. Revel. ver. me . and serpents . that so seiz'd all I have. —As Thy words show Though in this desert I were wholly shut. Like other tempests by. and I the stone will give him a white it. 17. but soft and mild Both live and die Thy child. May find no lodging in mine eye or ear . than through a wilderness. I grieve Nor may nor move Thy wrath Thy Dove. saving he that receiveth . yet since Thou. . 2. manna . To him that overcometh will I give hidden to eat of tht. O seal them up that these may fly.

M . Adores dead dust. on corn and grass. And beat about your endless line. But seldom doth make heav'n I. iS5 THE CONSTELLATION. Fair order'd lights whose motion without noise Resembles those true joys — Whose spring is on that hill. but poor man Still either sleeps. where you do grow. and light. VOL. Silence. And when I cannot see. Attend and wind the clue No He sleep. exact obedience do you move Now And in beneath. or slips his span. First makes. gropes beneath here. and with restless care. his glass. and now above. yet do you shine. your vast progressions overlook darkest night and closest nook ! The Some nights I see you in the gladsome East. Some others near the West. then hugs a snare sets heart . and watchfulness with you .OR SACRED POEMS. nor sloth assails you. And we With what here taste sometimes below.

and no war ? Since plac'd by Him. and tune his year . The The sons the father kill. Where. and would heal The wounds they give. or sighs a life. Who calls you by your names. Then cast her blood and tears upon Thy book. Perhaps some nights he'll — : watch with you. And then you in your courses fought. commission'd by a black self-will. When it were best to sleep Dares know effects. though the glory differ in each star. . Without command you never acted aught. When ih' and judge them long before. These things are kin to him. order. which had the dragon's voice. Zeal.156 SILEX SCTNTILLANS. like that lamb. by crying. herb he treads knows much. And. Yet is there peace still. but are known by their noise. Seem mild. But here. light. and peep . Where they for fashion look . and must be had Who kneels. And fix'd there all your flames. children chase the mother. But seeks he your obedience. Your calm and well-train'd flight. is mad. much more. Music and mirth if there be music here Take up.

'" \\Tiere God is. that men may see And say. holy nation Give to Thy spouse her perfect and pure dress. 157 Which for What Yet these mists and black days were reserv'd time we from our sits first love swerv'd.OR SACRED POEMS. Our guides prove wand'ring stars. In order. peace. and love taught obedience by And Thy whole creation ! Become an humble. Settle." . that we may move . that we may Be more and more in love with day . all agree. So guide us through this darkness. Thus by our lusts disorder'd into wars. Beauty and holiness And so repair these rents. ^ and fix our hearts. O for His sake Who now by Thee All crown'd with victory.

it and kings : How happen'd that in the dead of night You only saw true light. once His love. harmless live[r]s ! — on whose holy leisure Waits Innocence and Pleasure Whose leaders to those pastures and clear springs Were patriarchs. shown to you ? He loves that dust whereon they go That serve Him here below. Sweet. When they receiv'd the promise. And therefore might for memory of those His love there first disclose But wretched Salem. Her stately piles with all their height and pride Now And languished and died. saints. While all her seers slept . and lay Without one thought of day ? Was it because those first and blessed swains Were pilgrims on those plains. for which first now 'Twas there 'Tis true. . THE SHEPHERDS. While Palestine was fast asleep. Bethlem's humble cots above them stept.X58 SILEX SCINTILLANS. must now No voice nor \'ision know.

All towards Bethlem walk To see their souls' Great Shepherd. no soft-cloth'd luxury. That Lamb of God adore taught before. now they find Him out. Mere emptiness and show. fir. Polluted through their And those once sacred mansions were now thatch. \Vho was come ^Yher^ To bring all stragglers home . . 159 all hew'd stones and gold were fall. Which never harbour'd Liv'd there. care Did in their bosoms play. and now with gladsome They for the town prepare They leave their flock. not lack In those thin cells could lie . As where to lead their sheep. Each stirring wind and storm blew through plots their cots. and in a busy talk . And God's own lodging — though he could To be a common rack No costly pride. what WTiat spiings or shades to look silent : But that was all .OR SACRED POEMS. Only Content and Love and humble joys noise for the next Perhaps some harmless cares day nook. and. Her cedar. This made the angel call at reeds and Yet where the shepherds watch. . without all .

but miss'd. day . light they beheld And Hut to turn'd their night to was bright and gay. this later light they saw in Him.i6o SILEX SCINTILLANS. . Lamb Whose wish'd That days great kings and prophets And The first long'd to see. Their day was dark and dim.

winding from Thee. though gather'd in Thy Yet doth it . I cheer their flow. they seek And search out ev'ry hole and creek . Then lay that trespass in the shade . bind me up. fist. me lie A pris'ner to my If such a state at all can be As an impris'nment serving Thee The wind. headlong and loose. Where they all stray and strive. Feed on those vomits of I break the fence my heart. blow still where it list. The lower grounds still chase. And yet shouldst Thou let go Thy hold Those gusts might quarrel and grow bold. and let liberty.OR SACRED POEMS. giving supply To what's already grown too high. As waters here. Take the down-road to vanity. So my spilt thoughts. i6i MISERY. and choose. which shall Find out the first and steepest fall . And having thus perform'd that part. . Lord. Where spreading all the way. my own hands made.

Who shouldst not then it is come near to me . He and troubled sore . Some fig-leaves still I do devise. and cry for Thee. Would make a Court. Thus wretched I. His Holy Spirit grieves therefore The mighty God. and . and let that slip. Thou com'st. If Thou steal in amidst the mirth And kindly tell me.162 SILEX SCINTILLANS. go on. and wine Take up my day. should yields . As if Thou hadst nor ears nor eyes. I am earth. of words. I Prove my own shame I call Next day and misery. Thou dost. Exclude my dear God from my mind. and Thou dost Thy Book shine Hath not so much as one poor look. oppress'd And buried in my surfeits. Exclude Him thence. th' eternal King Doth grieve for dust. He there dwell. Such music spoils good fellowship. Excess of friends. and in a show'r Of healing sweets Thyself dost pour — . He goes. Who of that cell I shut Thee out. and most unkind. haste to divest till Myself of reason.ast doth But I sing. But now Thy servant's pleasure Thou must — and dost give him his measure. while All unregarded.

and embrace a cot . fight.on SACRED POEMS. I sit with Thee by this that hour new art And for No man Or Thy I Th' my delight can more the world despise. At length I feel my My fingers itch. Some new employment I begin To swell and foam and fret within. As flames about their fuel run. school my eyes. Thousands of wild and waste infusions Like waves beat on my resolutions . great mercies better prize. or die. Disdain treads on the peaceful name Who Thus do I sits at home too. Then would go travel. bears a load Greater than those that gad abroad. and now Thy grace fills all — I well — the place light. and strictly dwell Within the circle of my cell That calm and silence are my joys." make Thy gifts giv'n me . " The age. head to ache. The only quarrellers with Thee I'd loose those knots Thy hands did tie. . Action and blood now get the game. till And workjfand wind all be done. Which to Thy peace are but mere noise. and burn to take . the present times are not To snudge in. Into 163 my wounds know it .

my God hear Him. Then give me over to 'tis my foe. those bright beams shot from Thy eyes in these mutinies. till And never rests all be out. Which in Thy music bears no part. A lethargy. Still Thine. which take place At some set times. So my fierce soul bustles about. O send me from Thy holy hill So much of strength as may fulfil All Thy delight — whate'er they be And sacred institutes in me Open my rocky heart. Thou know'st. To make man good. So none may enter there but Thee. The worst of men. \Vhose blood Speaks more and better for my good ! ! Then . Yet since as easy for be. as And with one glance. I storm at Thee. Thus wilded by a peevish heart. and such is mine. calling my peace . but are Thy grace. mere tempers. could he that To look him out of all his pain. To calm me I style and mere disease Nay. and if not so. and yet still Thine. and fill It with obedience to Thy will Thee bid him — gain ! seal it up. that as none see. O hear. Such is man's life.i64 SILEX SCINTILLANS.

and earnest groans. spirit-sighs. TlLL — With these I cry. ! 165 For teais alone are often foul . = --"? me Thine. =nd Thoa both mez' crying pine. But with the blood of alt my sool With. . O let my ay come to TiiT throne My ciy not pour'd with. tears alone.OR SACRED POEMS. Faithfal and most repenting moans.

and knowing well what woes Might His friends discompose. why then for This growth and stretch heav'n ? Thy root sucks but diseases . didst fall And had not Pie so done. There is beyond the stars an hill of myrrh. On it the Prince of Salem deals To There is thee thy secret meals thy country. creep not first on earth. and bore for thee miser}-. \\'lio . worms there seat. SAP. And Yet liv'd hath withal the key. and He is the way. THE Come Forgetting thy 'Tis not from dust . thirst for if it It tends not thither why dost thou dew ? doth. ^^'hich now can tell thee news. Who plac'd thee here. sits. Two deaths had been thy due But going hence. . And claim it for their meat. it is most true . birth ! or if so. still sapless blossom. He A world of For thee. Thus call and .r66 SILEX SCINTILLANS. did something then infuse. here sometimes. who in the first man's louis From that hill to this vale . From which some drops fall here .

and such a lively sense Of That grace against all sins. Can touch him any way. bring Or ready to be dead . 167 good. And And The actuate such spirits as are shed. and get vessel To There is all where you put it be for sure your pow'r most pure . assures that you Shall find a joy so true. That who but Such truly tastes no decay it lies. grief Which only and love extract . new too. To wash your vessel well then humbly take This balm for souls that ache . Lies such a heaVn of bliss. and never miss. By will our sap and cordial now in this . but let sap. . it thus. To show what strange love He had to our He gave His sacred blood. and comes from heaven. Get then this Good store of it. it. rare dew. at all times — though shut up —in you A powerful. : And one who drank Such perfect ease. you'll confess the comfort such. as even Brings to. with this Be sure.OR SACRED POEMS. secret life and virtue and in It will exalt rise.

Where sick with love I strive Thy name to Thy glorious name which grant I may so That these may be Thy praise. as evening show'rs Fann'd by a gentle gale convey. Went bleak and bare in body as in mind. too 1 . I felt through my pow'rs Such a rich air of sweets. and Thy joys all noise. and breathe On some O'er-ran parch'd bank. My wither'd leaves again look green and flourish I shine and shelter underneath Thy wing. MOUNT OF When first I OLIVES. My and mine eye Confess'd. the world did only paint and lie. by Thee. in one rich flood my heart. and spirited my blood . and calm without Shin'd on my soul. In sudden flow'rs and arbours to my And in the depth and dead of Winter To my cold thoughts a lively sense of Thus fed bring Spring. midst all wind. swim And where before I did no safe course steer. and myrrh. all But wander'd under tempests the year .i68 SILEX SCINTILLA NS. And was blown through by ev'ry storm and I am so warm'd now by this glance on me That. Who dost all beings nourish. and balm. storms. saw True Beauty. and my joy ! do. all Active as light. . sing . crown'd with a flow'ry wreath Odours. thoughts did in comforts. So have I known some beauteous paisage rise eyes. I feel a ray of Thee.

. nor to one place is tied. yet sup and dine . I would —said — my God would give I The staidness of these things to man ! for these To His divine appointments And no new business The birds nor ever cleave. hive.OR SACRED POEMS. 169 MAN. He knows he hath a home. . Weighing the steadfastness and state Of some mean things which here below reside. Early as well as Rise with the sun and set in the same bow'rs 2. breaks their peace . Yet Solomon was never dress'd so 3- Man hath still either toys. fine. He hath no root. 1' bees at night get home and late. and flow'rs. to That he hath quite forgot how go there. He says it is so far. The flow'rs without clothes live. restless and irregular About this Earth doth run and ride. Where birds. sow nor reap. the noiseless date And Where intercourse of times divide. like watchful clocks. but scarce knows where But ever . or care .

strays and roams. but ordain'd no rest. Nay. hid sense their Maker gave . hath not so much wit as some stones have.I70 SILEX SCINTILLANS. to whose winding quest And passage through these looms order'd motion. Man God is the shuttle. 4- He knocks at all doors. . Which in the By some darkest nights point to their homes.

Into a field.] I walk'd I the other day. knew Yet I. N . Where fresh and green He VOL. about That place where I I had seen him to grow out saw the And by and by warm recluse alone to lie. sees us but once a year . Thought with myself. liv'd of us unseen. 3- Then taking up what I digg'd I could nearest spy. like cold friends. 2. to spend my hour. I.OR SACRED POEMS. TO SPEND MY HOUR. 171 [I WALK'D THE OTHER DAY. whose search I'th' face lov'd not to peep and peer of things. there might be other spriEj^s .: And so the fiow'r Might have some other bow^r. And I curious store there heretofore. Besides this here WTiich. Where sometimes had seen the soil to yield A gallant flow'r i-ufiled all But Winter now had the bow'r.

7- O Thou ! Whose Spirit did at first And warm tlie dead. doctrine springs Which all the Winter sleeps here under foot.172 SILEX SC/NT/LLANS. liut is still trod i>y ev'ry wand'ring clod. how few believe such From a poor root. ! arc the dead '' ! Kock him And yet. And would ere long Come forth most fair and young. And Of n)y stung with fear own frailty. I threw the clothes quite o'er his head . And hath no wings To raise it to the truth and light of things . 5- This past. could extort was that he now Sue!) Did there repair Ifjsscs as Ijefell him in this air. dropp'd down many a teai Upon Then his bed . sighing whisper'd. \- Many Hut a question intricate and rare Did all 1 I there strow . inflame . " Happy What peace doth now asleep below 6.

?.vl n<fith<fr b<fi«g. Who art i« tUl thiiig^j.^c«x\l Nvay : tho--*^ hivl asc^ents cUmb to that day Which bixfuks fixtw Thcc. life ikgatn^ At Thvis wh(. »u<f atKwii% joy. Wi!^vuf» a«vl t«u$ coiafort* u»o<v Without aU I'ain j rhc»f hul i>\ Th(ftf» show uve His . thovigh mvi^bly. Show m$ Thy i>eac<'.OK SACRSI) ^^SJIS. h«iw b«lv>w. Thy i«««^y. Lead Whcjxf lijtht.Usittt I tuay !\> Thy st^^vs tfa<A. loNXi auvl <?*!*. fv>tuu tKu U4u»c (. u. Which oovtf hi. Auvl iTvuu this CiUC. Ativl X73 by * s*c^'^t incubation fifvl With Ufe^ this ftaaw.vt<f vtviuvb ui« I aU th* vcsu »«ou«»\ I . whcic JtCAUi* :«\vl sovtows ir>j«t». rhv AikI by s.

be glory and majesty. my chief desire. King In of mercy. Perfect v/hat Thou hast begun. Long for Thee. Strongholds should belong to Thee Lord. leave it not . the presence of and to present us faultless before His glory with exceeding Joy. BEGGING. . may it is find Thy hand therein ! Wiping out my shame. I Whom I live. ! That I hereafter. . and sin O Thy only art To reduce a stubborn heart And since Thine is victory. sinful book. in Whom move. now and ever. King of love. Amen. my bloom of days Be my comfort. JUDE. 25. able to keep us from faliinx. dominion and power. our Saviour. and Thy praise . unto that is 24. Unto my dispose But since I or lot it ! O my Now Him would not have God. let it be Thine mine. Ver.174 SILEX SCINTILLANS. To the only wise God. then take it. Let no night put out this sun Grant I may. when I look O'er the sullied. to Thee aspire Let my youth.

SILEX SCINTILLANS. . PART '655- II.

.

bright Ascension — though remov'c So many ages from me — is so prov'd And by Thy Spirit seal'd to me. Dost Thou feed Thine lifts ! O Thou I the Hand that To Him. ASCENSION-DAY. holy hopes. where the angels gave . salute Thy grave.SILEX SCINTILLANS. And in my flight For the true light all Go I greet seeking the way. Sure. That blest enclosure. I soar and rise to the skies. that I Feel me a sharer in Thy victory. and quick'ning flights. Lord J esos ! with what sweetness and delights. ^\^ao gives all good and perfect gifts. high joys. Up Leaving the world their day. Thy sepulchre. Thy glorious.

and sin decay . this dawning wears. which but I smell her spices . so clear And As I indisputable shows to my sight the sun doth. busy stops and stays I Private and holy talk fill all the ways ! They I see pass as at the last great day. which shine All Eden. Such was the bright world. and Thy forty days more secret commerce here. hear them. lalene. but flourish'd in that youthful vest. The pure Earth sat . . And it. fields walk the of Bethany. mark their haste. and her ointment jdelds : As rich a seent as the now primros'd fields The Day-star smiles. and light. and move faith Amongst them. what whispers. Fresh as the dew. After Thy death and funeral. and as fine. and the fair woods had seen as fresh as now No frost. Mar>' I see that morning in Thy* convert's tears. Now shines in all the chambers of the East. with Thee deceas'd. their great Creator With which had them dress'd . Before man brought forth sin. first The glad tidings of Thy early light. which to those days gave light. what posting intercourse and mirth Of saints and angels glorify the Earth What sighs.178 SILEX SCINTILLANS. and run . resurrection from the earth and night. with them. What stirs. In their white robes to seek the Risen Sun them. wing'd with love. When like a virgin. clad in flowers and green. on the first seventh day.

behold two men in white Two and no more " What two attest. is true. the planets did unclouded pass And springs. the clouds again to judge this world ! . mohen . nor anger'd with a show'r. Come Upon then. When While heav'n above them shin'd like all 179 glass. and their sight ! Having lost Thee. Fix'd lately on the Cross. All sad vdth tears which like warm Summer rain In silent drops steal from their holy eyes. Thou faithful Witness ! come. like dissolv'd pearls. The Cloud doth now : receive Thee. . eternal Jesus. den Lord. Thou dost heave Thy blessed hands to bless these Thou dost leave . With these fair thoughts I move in this fair place. their streams did pour. Ne'er marr'd with floods. And I see the last steps of my mild Master trace Him leading out His chosen train .OR SACRED POEMS. And now. now on the skies. Was Thine own answer to the stubborn Jew.

If a star Should leave the sphere. But I elsewhere Souls sojourn here. She must first mar Her flaming wear. And Of after fall . but may not rest Who will ascend. Here you must stay. yet some. Walk Even to the sky .l8o SILEX SChVTILLANS. And intimate with Heav'n. ASCENSION HYMN. in this life but all such can Leave behind them the old man. to die And That know Before death come. for in her dress glory she cannot transgress. innocent and bright. Man's ancient wear. Dust and clay. must be undrest. as light . Man Within the of old line Of Eden could Like the sun shine All naked.

Whose pure blood did flow. He And none alone else can Bring bone to bone And rebuild man And by His all-subduing might Make clay ascend more quick than . Then comes He ! Whose mighty light Made His clothes be Like heav'n. all bright .OR SACRED POEMS. i8i And here are left as nothing worth. Till the Refiner's fire breaks forth. To make stain'd man more white than snow. His garments be All dark and spoil'd. . But since he That brightness soil'd. The Fuller. light.

To kindle my I cold love. I Could man outlook that mark . [THEY ARE ALL GONE INTO THE WORLD OF LIGHT. ! O holy Hope and high Humility. I see them walking light in an air of glory. but in the dark ^Vhat mysteries do lie beyond thy dust. beauteous Death the jewel of the just. . glows and glitters in my cloudy breast. Like stars Or those faint upon some gloomy grove.] They are all gone into the world of And I alone sit ling'ring here . ! High as the heavens above These are your walks. and you have show'd them me. Whcse doth trample on my days My days. Mere glimmering and decays. And my It sad thoughts doth clear. After the sun's remove. Dear. light Their very memory is fair and bright.i82 SILEX SCINTILLANS. which are at best but dull and hoary. beams in which this hill is dress'd. Shining nowhere.

gives room.OR SACRED POEMS. . Her captive flames must needs burn there But when the hand that lock'd her up. may know At first sight. He that hath found 183 some fledg'd bird's nest. But what fair well or grove he sings in now. O Father of eternal life. . And If a star into glory peep. So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes. She'll shine through all the sphere. Either disperse these mists. were confin'd into a tomb. and this all ! Created glories under Thee Resume Thy spirit from world of thrall Into true liberty. which blot and till My Or else perspective still as they pass : remove me hence unto that hill Where I shall need no glass. if the bird be tlown . as angels in Call to the soul when man doth sleep. is to That him unknown. some brighter dreau^s And yet.

But thine shines to eternity. darkness comes. each day. 'Though then some boast that fire. were black to thee after their light. And crown'd them with prophetic fire : Can these new lights be like to those ? These lights of serpents like the Dove ? Thou hadst no gall. ev'n for Thy foes. Those flames which on the Apostles rush'd At this great Feast. Welcome. their His candle shines upon 'Yet while heads : some rays of that great light Shine here below within Thy Book. "They never shall so blind my But I will know which way . seen at once. And on Christ's coat pin all their shreds Not sparing openly to say. sight to look. . Though For white day ! a thousand suns. and in a tire Of cloven tongues their heads all brush'd.i84 SILEX SCINTILLANS^ WHITE SUNDAY. And Thy two wings were Grief and Love.

" Besides. And yet. that I have wishes too. penalties spread to our crimes. a consumption that doth please . Thy method with Thy own. And Is but our best note and highest ease mere changing of the keys. Not but And Or Hast pray. For though Thou dost that great hght lock. in this last For. And Again. pens our times stories are in theirs set . maybe as first. " These should be the worst. better " but Thou long ago last said. So and lewdest age Thy ancient love on some may shine. And by this lesser commerce keep Yet by these glances of the flock : 185 I can discern wolves from the sheep. Then from Thy Cross unto these days The rule without exception fits.OR SACRED POEMS. " These last . Thy own dear people. though we hourly breathe decays. as in Night's gloomy page One silent star may interline . And . if worst and worst implies A state that no redress admits. Our down.

And nothing doth Thy love allay. Shall be fine gold which Thou fire didst cleanse O come ! refine us ! with Thy ! Refine us we are at a loss. Since then Thou art the same this day And ever. so to destroy The knots we tied upon Thy purse . who are nothing but foul clay. the great eternal Rock Whose height above all ages shines.i86 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Yet Thou. Let not Thy stars for Balaam's hire dross ! Dissolve into the common . taking the curse Upon Thyself. and canst unlock Thy waters to a soul that pines. But our heart's dead and sinful cold . as Thou wert of old. So let Thy grace now make the way Even for Thy love for by that means . Art still the same. As Thou long since wert pleas'd to buy Our drown 'd estate. We.

OR SACRED POEMS. more . Be Were still. O . But now the dew and sun have warm'd my bowers. And what you now extract. Ycu fly and flock to suck the flowers. And VOL. Though sick and spent. I've read. Think you these longing eyes. as But you would honey make : These buds will wither. and blow on souls. descend not here. I. in harder weather Will serve to take Wise husbands will you say Who do not so. it was before. You'd make no flights . in every ear. almost famish'd. Flutter no it still Winter. subtile fowls The That buzz flies of hell. And rot. too late — — their wants prev-at repent. ever will consent To leave those skies. O pois'nous. black parasites. Until they smell. 187 THE PROFFER. nor think to stay who 'twas drove you away.

no I am not he . Your sorcery. And fill thy breast with home ! . " ! .i88 SILEX SCINTILLANS. one poor sand. : And smooth seducements not stuff glory. inch. see. they'll find and There's a reward for them and thee. A calm. where well drest They shine in white —like stars —and my rest. My And crumb of life. selling their souls and breath For any wares But when thy Master comes. crown away No. O what is word Heaven given. think on thy dream ! . Shall my short hour. A land " If these bright day the of flowers and spices be fair. my stoiy With your commonwealth and There are that will sow tares And Amongst scatter death the quick. glass of souls That and spirits. Go seek elsewhere ! I skill not your fine tinsel and I'll false hair. now Revolt and flinch And having borne the burthen cast at night all the day. ready to disband. ? Now my . Then keep the ancient way ! Spit out their phlegm.

howe'er done. And dreams of Paradise and light. sings. Thy Own image think it much To wacch for Thy appearing hour ? Shall If a mere blast so fill the sail. Their eyes watch for the morning-hue. O 2 .OR SACRED POEMS. What glance of day hast Thou confin'd Into this bird ? To all the breed This busy ray Thou hast assign'd I . Shall not the breath of God prevail ? O Thou immortal light and heat Whose hand so shines through all That by the beauty of the seat. So firm a longing can impour. expelling night. seems their candle. We plainly see Who made the same . 1 this frame. such a touch. Was tinn'd and lighted If such a tincture. Their magnetism works all night. at the sun. Father of lights what sunny seed. 189 COCK-CROWING. Their little grain. as if it So shines and knew The path unto It the house of light.

. off O take it ! make no with delay . But brush me Thy light. of death dwell. whose pulse beats still for light. is all cloud which shadows Thee from me. Seeing Thy seed abides in me. I can tell. And must And be broken yet in me. that I May shine unto a perfect day. In such a dark. knows hearts. And and hopes. The shades If joys. And warm me at Thy glorious eye ! O take it ofl" ! or till it flee. and disorder. and earnest throes. veil. in it. A love-sick soul's Can exalted flight ? by any eye But His.C90 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Though with no lily. I say. who gave them wings to souls be track'd fly ? Only This this veil which Thou hast broke. the cloak. And only gleams and fractions spies. but Thee. stay with me 1 . a death partakes of hell For where Thou dost not close the eye It never opens. Dwell Thou and is I in Thee ! To sleep without 'tis Thee to die Yea. This veil Thy fuU-ey'd love denies. Are given to birds who. Egyptian border.

close Though thy commerce nought at all imbars My present search.OR SACRED POEMS. for eagles eye not stars still And the lesser by the best And Yet. once infected. Deprav'd. seeing all highest good is blest things that subsist and be. and wink and smile. am sure. nor S37inpathy. . Shifting thy gate and guile. there's in it hold. And wind and curl. can have with thee No Next. pure desire fire. I learn from thee. teach us duty. Attracts thee thus. Have their commissions from Divinity. And longing for thy bright and vital Desire that never will be quench'd. or dead. 191 THE Whatever 'tis. a restless. the subject so respected . and whose beauty here below makes thee stream and flow. Is well-disposed for bodies. None can be writh'd nor wrench'd. I will see And What man may First. STAR.

he shall feel That God true . . and grudge is not. and whoso will But give Him. and grows. Command and For where guide the eye. we know not why. and sheds His secret on their heads. There God a commerce states. as herbs unseen Put on their youth and green. As beauteous shapes. These are the magnets. celestial. Hath t^en root. and doth not tire. This is the heart he craves it . pure desire. desire.192 SILEX SCINTILLANS. which so strongly move And work all night upon thy light and love .

doth always And spring. This is the life which. This. . hid above with Christ In God. but have wrought will. and fought. Their Master's meet to receive their crowns. sit down. Here spirits that have run their race. before sin did degrade Both you and it. Celestial natures still Aspire for home. This makes these weights. and palms foretold.OR SACRED POEMS. 193 THE PALM-TREE. fruit is — — A tree whose immortality. but now shut from the breath And air of Eden. this shade. hidden multiply. and bear awhile since. And won Nor the fight. more he's bent The more he grows. like for the It thrives death And sin. a tree ne'er to be priced. had equal liberty With other trees . like a malcontent nowhere. and grow. hang at him . Dear As So I friend. have yours long This plant you see press'd and bow'd. and cherubims. and have not fear'd the frowns lov'd the smiles of greatness. Solomon of old By flowers and carvings and mysterious skill Of wings.

194

SILEX SCINTILLANS,
is

Here

the patience of the saints

:

this tree

by their tears, as flowers are fed With dew by night ; but One you cannot see Sits here, and numbers all the tears they shed.
Is water'd

Here

is

their faith too,

which,

if

you

will

keep

When we

two
it

part, I will a journey

make

To pluck a And weave

garland hence while you do sleep,
for

your head against you wake.

OR SACRED POEMS.

195

JOY.

Be dumb,
There
is

coarse measures, jar no more no discord but your harmony,
;

;

to

me

False, juggling sounds

a groan well dress'd, where

care

Moves

in disguise,
;

and

sighs

afflict
;

the

air.

Sorrows in white
roses.

griefs tun'd

a sug'red dosis

Of wormwood, and a death's-head crown'd with

He weighs

not your forc'd accents,

who

can have

A lesson play'd him by a wind

or wave.

Such numbers tell their days, whose spirits be Lull'd by those charmers to a lethargy. But as for thee, whose faults long since require More eyes than stars ; whose breath, could it aspire To equal winds, would prove too short Thou hast Another mirth, a mirth, though overcast With clouds and rain, yet full as calm and fine As those clear heights which above tempests shine.
:

Therefore while the various showers
Kill and cure the tender flowers, While the winds refresh the year Now with clouds, now making clear. Be sure under pains of death To ply both thine eyes and breath.

196

"ilLEX

SCINTILLANS

As

leaver in bowers
their hours,

Whisper

And
So
in sighs

hermit-wells
in their cells
:

Drop

and unseen

tears

Pass thy solitary years,

And going hence, leave written on some tree, " Sighs make joy sure, and shaking fastens thee.'

OR SACRED POEMS.

197

THE FAVOUR.
O Thy
bright looks
!

Thy

glance of love
!

Shown, and but shown, me from above Rare looks that can dispense such joy As without wooing wins the coy. And makes him mourn, and pine, and die. Like a starv'd eaglet, for Thine eye. Some kind herbs here, though low and far, Watch for and know their loving star. O let no star compare with Thee Nor any herb out-duty me So shall my nights and mornings be Thy time to shine, and mine to see.
!

I

!

198

SILEX SCINTILLANS,

THE GARLAND.
Thod, who dost flow and flourish here below, To whom a falling star and nine days' glory. Or some frail beauty makes the bravest show, Hark, and make use of this ensuing story.

When

first

my

youthful, sinful age

Grew master
Appointing Error
I flung

of

for

And Darkness
Of

my ways. my Page, for my days
full

;

away, and with

cry

wild affections, rid

In post for pleasures, bent to try
All gamesters that would bid.
I

play'd with

fire,

did counsel spurn.
stake
;

Made
Or

life

my common
fire

But never thought that

would bum,

that a soul could ache.

Glorious deceptions, gilded mists,
False joys, fantastic
flights,
lists,

Pieces of sackcloth with silk

These were
I

my

prime delights.

sought choice bowers, haunted the spring,
Cull'd flowers and

made me

posies

;

OR SACRED POEMS.
Gave my fond humours
But
their full wing,

199

And crown'd my head
I

with roses.

at the height of this career

met with a dead man,
noting well

Who,

my

vain abear,
:

Thus unto me began
Desist, fond fool,

be not undone
this

What

thou hast cut to-day

Will fade at night, and with

sun
thou

Quite vanish and decay.

Flowers gather'd in

this world, die

here

;

if

Wouldst have a wreath that fades not, let them grow, And grow for thee. Who spares them here, shall find A garland, where comes neither rain, nor wind.

SILEX SCINTILLANS,

LOVE-SICK.
Jesus,

my

life

!

how

shall I truly love

O
As

that

Thy

spirit

would
all

so strongly

Thee? move me
I

:

That Thou wert
to

pleas'd to shed

Thy

grace so far

make man

pure love, flesh a star
set,

A

star that

would ne'er

but ever

rise,

So rise and run as to out-nm these ^These narrow skies, narrow to me,
;

skies,

that bar,

Sor ba

me

in that I

am
!

still at

war,

\

At constant war with them. O come, and rend Or bow the heavens Lord, bow them and descend,

And

at

Thy

presence

make

these mountains flow,
!

Tb«i»«it These mountains of cold ice in me VRefining^ ^re, jO. Ihea-refinC' wa y h e art .

My foul,

foul heart
;

!

Thou

art

immortal heat

Heat motion gives then warm it, till it beat So beat for Thee, till Thou in mercy hear So hear, that Thou must open open to A sinful wretch, a wretch that caus'd Thy woe ; Thy woe, WTio caus'd his weal so far his weal That Thou forgott'st Thine own, for Thou didst seal Mine with Thy blood. Thy blood which makes Thee
; ;
;

mine.

Mine

ever, ever

;

and me ever Thine.

when men withstood. and the Blood Made my Lord's Incarnation good : So let the anti-types in me by you Three ' Elected. The Spirit. bought.OR SACRED POEMS. TRINITY-SUNDAY. blessed. Water. Be own'd. glorious Three. Eternal witnesses that be In heaven. One God in Trinity ! As here on Earth. sav'd. and seal'd for free. sainted . O HOLY.

gladsome messages In thy celestial. and land.SILEX SCINTILLANS. then with the deep As with a veil Thou hidst it Thy floods play'd . which no eye can find Thy chariots are. great. 104- Thou Honour and majesty have their abode With Thee. Above the mountains steep. as with a robe. and Thy path-way The wings of the swift wind. how ! and bless the Lord ! O God. PSALM Up. . glorious heav'ns like curtains air. Thy bright chambers Thou dost lay . In the deep waters. ! how very great art Thou cloth'st Thyself with light. Thy mighty hand this Doth spread round about Of The beams The clouds of and sea. Dispatch'd to holy souls. and crown Thy brow. globe And the high. O my soul My God. each willing angel is Thy minister in fire. Thy arm unmovable for ever laid And founded the firm Earth . sick with desire And love of Thee.

Thou mak'st Earth VOL. these blest by Thee — —the P . Some downwards For Thou to to their place. These to the beasts of every field give drink . to and herbs for man's use grow . from those where heaven's large bottles lie. at the known voice Of their Lord's thunder they retir'd apace 203 : Some up the mountains pass'd by secret ways. whose breaches close. Thou from Thy upper Chambers of rain. and sing.OR SACRED POEMS. At Thy rebuke they fled. so Thy rich love Doth broach the Earth and lesser brooks . Must languish and decrease. them a bound hath but set. and hideous sound. lets forth WTiich run from hills to valleys. and improve Their pleasure and their worth. springs above. foam. Heal'd by the showers from high. Grass for the cattle. I. in Which — though There sand —keeps and curbs whole seas all their fury. And as Thy care bounds these. a bound. There the wild asses swallow the cool spring And birds amongst the branches on their brink Their dwellings have. Dost water the parch'd hills.

-with wine. prey. This past. Brings forth. with scent and sight Hunts in an eager quest. oil. . and at the close of day Returns home with his load. To the wild goats the high hills serve for folds. and then comes the night In whose thick shades and silence each wild beast Creeps forth. Cedars in Lebanon. pinch'd for food. Who dost appoint the And feed'st them all the week. And the sun runs his race. choose The fir-trees for her house. The birds their nests whose thick boughs build though the stork doth in . Tliou makest darkness. The rocks Above them give conies a retiring place the cool : moon her known course holds. and seek Their meat from Thee. and. Roar in the covert of the woods. and they Retire into their dens man goes abroad Unto his work. on the Earth.204 SILEX SCINTILLANS. infuse bread : all of which To man's Thou heart strength and mirth. impatient of delay. The lion's whelps. ev'n to those giv'st the trees their greenness. the sun shines .

205 Lord my God. The comely spacious whale. and every blade O ! Of grass we tread. how many and how rare In wisdom hast Thou made Are Thy great works Them all . and they revive. both small And great there ships go. Thou send'st Thy Spirit forth. And to Thy works art true.OR SACRED POEMS. the hills melt and smoke With Thy least touch lightnings and winds that rage . The frozen Earth's dead face Thou dost renew Thus Thou Thy glory through the world dost drive. and this the Earth. At Thy rebuke are broke. and the whole stage Is mov'd and trembles. And plenteous meals they make. declare sea. These aU upon Thee wait. and the shipmen's fear. So doth the deep and wide : wherein are Innumerable creeping things. that Thou may'st feed Them in due season what Thou giv'st they lake Thy bounteous open hand helps them at need. p 2 . : Thine eyes behold the Earth. : Wlien Thou dost hide Thy face— Thy keeps All things in being face which —they consume and mourn : When Thou withdraw'st their breath their vigour sleeps. And they to dust return.

and from . and to Thou I'll shalt my day of my joy. but the wicked liver soul. Thou wilt give me breath Thy great name employ be all Therefore as long a^ I will in songs to That gift of Thine.2o6 SILEX SCINTILLANS. bless thy my Yea. Thy Word Lord ! Gather true comforts O Shall be consum'd. bless thou Him for ever . death spice my thoughts with Thee.

Yet stones are deep in admiration.OR SACRED POEMS. Whose unseen arm Curb'd them. . All things that be praise Him . So hills and valleys tongue. Both mornings makes and evenings there. 207 THE : BIRD. And harmless head. light And now Thy little as fresh and cheerful as the heart in early Unto that hymns doth sing Providence. Thus praise and prayer here beneath the sun While Make lesser mornings. and cloth'd thee well and warm. Their lesson taught them when and had first made. . into singing break And though poor stones have neither speech nor active winds and streams both run and speak. when the great are done. fitter For which coarse man seems much the Rain'd on thy bed bom. Many a sullen storm. light. Whose though fetch'd and borrowed from far. For each enclosed spirit is a star little Enlight'ning his own sphere. where thy own warm wing Thy pillow was. HiTiiER thou com'st the busy wind all night Blew through thy lodging.

pleasant land to brimstone turns. all fly. that hear them sad. light But as these birds of make a land glad. satyrs While owls and howl .2o8 SILEX SCINTILLANS. : Chirping their solemn matins on each tree So in the shades of night all Whose heavy notes make some dark fowls be. Brightness and mirth. and love and Till the day-spring breaks forth again from high. And all her streams grow foul. The The turtle then in palm-trees mourns. . faith.

Before they come. much dew. and dark Where not so much as dreams of light may shine. many showers ! Pass'd o'er thy head . Which now are dead.OR SACRED POEMS. and their green braaches shoot Towards the old and still enduring skies. While the low violet thrives at their root. cold. many light hearts and wings. And still a new succession sings and flies . Many bright mornings. . Fresh groves grow up. lodg'd in thy living bowers. and the fierce breath . leaf. Of tempests can no more But this thy strange disturb thy ease resentment after death Means only those who broke — in life — thy peace. or bark. Of death dost waste all senseless. And yet — as if Bred in thy some deep hate and dissent. 209 THE TIMBER. Sure thou didst flourish once and many springs. But thou beneath the sad and heavy line . and know'st Else all at rest thou liest. growth betwixt high winds and thee. Nor any thought of greenness. Were still alive — thou dost great storms resent how near they be.

And his blood freez'd. truly hates to And And keeps his soul unto eternal mirth. go tears But as shades and grief Though of themselves but a sad blubber'd By showing the sin great. But though thus dead unto the wprld. To think he should be so long vainly led. and so speak story my Saviour's glory. as men long since dead Yet joy itself will make a right soul grieve .private way . . when with past sins at strife ? He that hath left life's vain joys and vain care. be detain'd on earth. and live As mere a stranger. And is there any murth'rer worse than sin ? Or any storms more foul than a lewd life ? Or what resentient can work more within. he walks a narrow. which makes the dead blood run At his approach that did the body kill. keeps in the centre still Some secret sense.. show the relief Far greater. when done. set off light. Than true remorse. For though he should forsake the world. Yet grief and old wounds make him sore displeas'd And all his life a rainy. . lovely life is So murther'd man. and ceas'd From sin. weeping day.2IO SILEX SCINTILLANS. Hath got an house where many mansions are.

is freed from sin.OR SACRED POEMS. ver. Blest showers they are. than I die with thirst. If 211 my way lies through deserts and wild woods. but a clear And ever running. Cap. Ms thai is dead. . trees of life : But these chaste fountains flow not till we Some drops may fall before. And no other waters love These upper springs and none else make them grow. and streams sent from above Begetting virgins where they use to flow . till we leave to fling die : spring Dirt in her way. will keep above the sky. Where all the land with scorching heat is curst To fill Better the pools should flow with rain and floods my bottle. Rom. 6. 7.

Shall with spread wings springs Descend . And familiarly confer . Which now these many. Did sadly note His healing rays . Forerunning the bright morning-star. Beneath the oak and juniper When the bright Dove. THE When And Your the fair year JEWS. and drj' living waters flow To make dust and dead trees grow.SILEX SCINTILLANS. I O Might then that live. when angels here Shall yet to man appear. and see the ! olive bear lie Her proper branches which now Scatter'd each where And without root and sap decay. Of your Deliverer comes. : Cast by the husbandman away And For as your sure fast it is not far ! and foul decays. many Hath kept above. that long frost hearts shall which now benumbs thaw .

. . and when Your stony hearts despised love. Were cheer'd. glorious and true. and so heal son by the newly-found. your jealousy to move. And would Our be cross. You were the eldest child. righteous Father ! dost Thou deal With brutish men . The youngest. which here declines And sets. since you were blind. and look Towards old Mamre and Eshcol's brook. when God was kind : So by all signs . Would 213 shine elsewhere. You were the dear and chosen stock The Arm of God. ev'n the Gentiles. For surely He Who lov'd the world so as to give His only Son to make it free. will few hours hence begin To rise on you again. Whose Spirit too doth mourn and grieve To see man lost. fulness too is now come in And the same sun. The lost and timely. Thy gifts go round By turns. Faith sojourn'd first on earth in you. then.OR SACRED POEMS. Thus. will for old love From your dark hearts this veil remove. Was first reveal'd to be your Rock.

shine in every part. To lend me. weeping lad ! O do not Thou do Do not despise a What though some Thy sun must Though I love-sick heart ! clouds defiance bid. do not deny far. is my God thus slow and cold. though from one look ! My sins long since have made A very stranger unto me . . No morning meetings since I this change. and prettiest show. have spoil'd. BEGGING.214 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Nor evening walks have with Thee. O DO not go ! My Or. ^Vhen I am most. if spring and Thou know'st I'll die fall are in Thy book ! ! Thou goest. ! When their nest is fall'n and broken. O spoil not Thou ! Hate not Thine Own dear gift and token Poor birds sings best. most sick and sad Well fare those blessed days of old. Why ? When Thou didst hear the as I did. Thee strange.

friendship. Dear Lord ! 215 restore Thy ancient peace.OR SACRED POEMS. Thy quick'ning And if Thou wilt From sickness. man's bright wealth not give give me ease ! my spirit health .

ches. Where thrones and seraphins reply . like the wet morrow. the Man of Sorrow. and stones. and herbs . beasts. Whose Man's life. put on your best array . Trees. that into fields do stray secret groves. and your Hark ! how the children shrill and high " Hosanna " cry Their joys provoke the distant sky. expect with groans To see the Lift Lamb. keep the highway.2i6 SILEX SCINTILLANS. up your heads. And Or flowers. PALM-SUNDAY. Put on. Plants of the day Whom sufferings make most green and gay. Let the joy'd road make holiday. The ICing of grief. Come. drop your brar. and leave your moans For here comes He . flowers. birds. Weeping still. death will be full liberty. Your shades and freshness comes to borrow. That since man fell. which [?] all at once. strew the ! way.

and happy ass. which the proud jeer. ver. sweet mirth Makes heaven and earth a joyful symphony. this 1 — Seen long before * . And their ii-j own angels shine and sing.on SACRED POEMS.. so I may secure But one green branch and a white robe. palm. off many a tree. . Dear . young. bear. still I'll I will be still meek As the poor ass. If I lose and must endure I The proverb 'd griefs of holy Job. Is m these joys an high partaker. of flowers and dew Whose fruitful dawn sheds hopes and lights Thy bright solemnities did shew The third glad day through two sad nights. 5. 1 • chap. ! feast of palms. The T • harmless. care not. In a bright ring Join in Such young. my dear Jesus seek. And only all. though wrong'd a child. o. And all alone full early run To gather flowers to welcome Then like the Thee. • came to pass * Zecivariah. I'll get I'll cut me up before me boughs the sun. Ordain'd and made to bear his Maker.

not Abra'm's seed Had The Dear not the babes " stones Hosanna" cried. though with tear ! Thy heart's blest extract fed. ! My dear. but — O my fears ! They will drink blood that despise tears. Will nothing yield but thorns to wound Thy head. this living water On their dead hearts . unhappy city dearly lov'd. bright this Lord ! my ! Morning-star Shed live-dew on fields which far From hence long for it shed it there. ver. 41. JESUS WEEPING. Where the starv'd earth groans for one This land. . weep on pour this latter Soul-quick'ning rain.21 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Luke. ! Jesus. Blessed. Cap. Art this day nothing mov'd But still unkind Art senseless still ? O canst Thou sleep When God Himself for thee doth weep ? ! ? Stiff-necked Jews ! your fathers' breed That serv'd the calf. St. ! 19. had spoke what you denied.

Antipas. and true bred ! Who Thy out of evil can bring forth good ? mother's nets in thee were spread. thou to blood. like wild wit. airs Err in loose \\Tiat fires beyond her bounds ? ! hath he heap'd on his head sins. 219 THE DAUGHTER OF HERODIAS. His art adds still — though he be dead and lust. young sorceress Will those coy the ice spirits cast asleep. Skilful enchantress. he swears. sinful art ! 14. t Herod His shameless lust in public wears. And make grave Music. Matth. Cap.* New. fresh accounts of blood Leave then. who first Thy lewd.OR SACRED POEMS. as Since to his needs it must. did fit 6. Which teach thee now to pleaset his eyes WTio doth thy loathsome mother keep. And gratifies thy sin with vows . &c Vain. But thou hast pleas'd so well. to incest. . St. ver. And to thy soft arts strongly bows. loath'd motions unto sounds. She tempts .

ver. o'er our will heads here stray. . as some feign. Those If blasts.SILEX SCINTILLANS. St. JESUS WEEPING. Repeated sighs Thy kind heart pain? Since the same sacred breath. Who Should not can relieve Thy sighs refrain to Thy store Of tears. Cap. John. 35. Can make man's dead and scatter'd bones Unite. and raise up all that died. showers then showers allay . and not provoke more? Since two afflictions may not reign In one at one time. ! ii. which thus Doth mourn for us. at once ? O holy groans O healing tears ! groans of the Dove ! ! the tears of love ! ! Dew And of the dead which makes dust move ? spring. Why Almighty Lord dost why dost Thou weep ? Thou groan and groan again ? And with such deep. how is't that you so sadly grieve. which fall. My dear.

'Twas not that almighty measure — Which is Though requir'd to purchas'd make up life. lov'st man should himself undo. though he works vast.OR SACRED POEMS As those poor pilgrims oft have tried. For though death cannot so undo What Thou hast done. but though man too Should help to spoil. Thou canst restore — — All better far than 'twas before Yet Thou so full of pity art ! — Pity which overflows Thy heart That. The throne where peace and power rest But 'twas Thy love that without leave Made Thine eyes melt. though the cure of Is nothing to all man's harm Thy glorious Arm. But Thou must sorrow for him Then farewell joys 1 for while I live. in this 221 Who windy world abide. Thou griev'st. Dear Lord ! Thou art all grief But which Thou art most. Thy woe. : My business here shall be to grieve Q 2 . with Thy heart's dear treasure Did breed this strife Of grief and pity in Thy breast. and Thy heart heave. none can prove. Yet canst not Thou that free cure do. And him. too. and love .

yet without noise . A grief. . ver. whose silent dew shall breed Lilies and myrrh. 25. And while too many sadly roam. . ? Whom have I in heaven but Thee and (Iiere is none upon earth that I desire besides Thee. where the curs'd seed Did sometimes rule a grief so bright 'Twill make the land of darkness light. Psalm 73. A grief that shall outshine all joys For mirth and life.222 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Shall send me — swan-like — singing home.

How Which doth Thy strange sure mercies shroud Dost Thou convey man food and money Unseen by him.OR SACRED IX) EMS. in a mystic cloud Of young. shall still neat. that thankless hive Thy Thy bees and eats servant be Thy honey free If I —WTiose service makes ev'n captives A fish shall all my tribute The swift. swift command The angel show'd that holy well. And As if I go knew no month but May. raven shall bring me meat. like flowers. And comes next morning fresh as hat . pay. I will not fear what plots man With all his and power can. Sacred and secret hand ! By whose assisting.wing'd I. Bags that wax old may plunder'd be But none can sequester or let A state that with the sun doth set. W^hich kills till they arrive Just at his mouth. Which freed poor Hagar from her fears And turn'd to smiles the begging tears distressed Ishmael. 223 PROVIDENCE.

and Thy service nor his soul one day ! May his crown.324 SILEX SCINTILLANS. but wretchedly will not lend Hunts gold and wealth. Who know how Whose hands are Thou canst relieve. . may his foes spend ! If all my portion here. eyes. open as Thine Great King of Love and Truth ! Who And wouldst not hate wilt not leave my froward youth. The measure given by Thee each Were by my causeless enemies Usurp'd. Then drink and praise Thy bounteousness. May he for ever die Who trusts not Thee.. like Pontic sheep. Unto Since their Thou hast wormwood diet keep. Poor birds this doctrine sing. like his hopes. old me when grown Gladly will I. in the howling wilderness Do know Thy dewy morning hours. year. be clay And what he saves. hills And Or herbs which on dry do spring. And watch all night for mists or showers. made Thy Arm my fold. it never should well me grieve.

. Bright Queen of Heaven God's Virgin Spouse The glad world's blessed Maid Whose beauty tied life to thy house. what death can sever in us. And such a knot.OR SACRED POEMS. What Which us in life. For coalescent by that band We are His body grown. ! ! I Thou art the true Love's-knot ally . ? Him. Nourish'd with favours from His hand Whom for our Head we own. And brought us saving aid. . what arm dares loose. -zi^ THE KNOT. and Him United keeps for ever. by thee God is made our And man's inferior essence He With His did dignify.

\A^ere with proud haste the rich made way To buy. The lucky World show'd me one day Her gorgeous mart and glittering store.926 SILEX SCINTILLANS. which knew no guile. 1 . And the last most loathsome dust. you confess. THE ORNAMENT. alluring ware With idle hearts and busy looks They view'd. Forc'd by her artless looks and dress While one* cried out. Came the sheep-keeping Syrian maid. and in With native looks meek weeds array'd. Whom straight the shining row all fac'd. Serious they seem'd and bought up all The latest modes of pride and first is lust Although the must surely fall. But while each gay. for Idleness hath there — Laid up all her archives and books file. Quite through their proud and pompous Blushing. we are disgrac'd For she is bravest. the poor came to adore.

How Not art thou chang'd ! how but Pleasing. all was sumptuous. beauteous more white than day . Native and pure. young head nard ? Why Spilt. shines now in thee ! But since thy beauty doth still keep Bloomy and fresh. best in dew. When in his naked. free. pure array Fresher than morning-flowers which show As thou in tears dost. MARY MAGDALEN. Why Who In lies this hair despised now show ? Which once thy care and art did then did dress the much lov'd toy. rare and neat. tutor'd by thy glass. When Where Magdal-castle was thy seat. angry curls and coy. 227 ST. wild. lively-fair. globes. this Pistic and the box quite broke and marr'd ? What pretty sullenness did haste Thy easy hands to do this waste? .OR SACKED POEMS. is this rich. spires. saint ! Dear. \vhy dost thou weep? This dusky state of sighs and tears Durst not look on those smiling years. and innocent an air. negligence seem'd shed Which with About thy skill'd curious.

And hasty drops. early penitent. Her art ! whose memorj' must through all last . and much more could move ! . and low earth thy lovely head dost ! bow ? Dear soul thou knew'st flowers here on eartk At their Lord's footstool have their birth . meek and calm Blood. curious vanities. this Divine restorative Call'd forth thy tears. That at the root of this green tree Thy Thy great decays restor'd might be. kept with care And when thou didst dearly bought. Cheap. Who lov'd much. They could not cure nor comfort thee Like a wise. is the world's all-healing balm. mighty art her art of love. Why As art thou humbled thus. This. and then Say. Learn.228 SILEX SCINTILLANS. here the faithful cure. Therefore thy wither'd self in haste Beneath His blest feet thou didst cast. Till truth the world be pass'd . — see Thou sadly didst to Him present. fresh and pure . ladies. and rare Odorous ointments. Whose interceding. Makes beauty lasting. Learn Mary's art of tears. you have got the day from men. as if which ran they had to in live Their Lord so near —sense be glad.

that shall bring Destruction on his ruddy wing.OR SACRED POEMS. sate there leper. go ! say'st thou " is a sinner". send a ! Her art whose pensive. to their sight. they are saints^ . how blind ! A judge wert It thou. whose light Helps such dark stragglers Self-boasting Pharisee ! . fire Return And from whence it came. weeping eyes Were once Sin's loose and tempting spies But now are fixed stars. Till 239 His abus'd. despised fiame to heaven. Who By shouldst true grief know. down. faithful tears false Is't just to judge her that foul rheum thy eye wears ? "This woman" And Go. wert all false. none such at thy dinner? wash till thy flesh — — Comes like a child's. and how unkind was impossible that thou. spotless and no fresh : He is still leprous that still paints Who saint themselves.

Abram. the object* of His eye I When behold thee. THE RAINBOW. And minds O foul. Darkness looks white and 1 fair. and pours Balm on the cleft earth. the covenant 'twixt All and One. deceitful still. How Thy The bright wert thou. though ! still in \'iew fresh and new. clouds to smiles and air : Rain gently spends his honey-drops. though I my light be dim. 9. Distant and low. Haran. milk on grass and flowers. was if After the Fall the first sin in blood. Nahor. Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne. And drunkenness quickly did succeed the flood But since Christ died —as we did devise . when Sham's admiring eye first burnish'd. can in thine see Him. . flaming arch did descry ! When Terah.. Bright pledge of peace and sunshine Gen. Forms turn to music. Lot. 16. We Still young and fine but what is slight as old and soil'd. Did with intentive looks watch every hour For thy new light. youthful world's grey fathers in one knot. ver. and trembled at each shower When thou dost shine. ! the sure tie Of thy Lord's hand.230 SILEX SCINTILLANS. men but ! His promise my God doth keep we break ours and sleep. cap.

OR SACKED To lose POEi/lS. woes mix'd and Thou dost but court cold rain. but in a cloud . signal bow. So those bad daughters. where as all thy unseen arrows shroud on thee on a comet look. Though blood and drunkenness make but foul. . and simply dost attend on rain . till rain turns fire. Yet I know well. foul Water — though deep both heaven's windows and the drown d world did weep and blood in despite Yea. we tread upon and slight. lay with their sire. which God sav'd from fire. — Then I will peaceful. weather. Still lodg'd. While Sodom yet did smoke. Thy I'll the sad world's ill-boding book light as luctual and stain'd wit'n judge. For though some think thou shin'st but to restrain Bold storms. where penal flames sit close . 231 Him too. A comet. Full forty days o'er the Could not reform us . God's own blood. as well as Paradise These two grand sins we join and act together. and so our sins require. .

They would soon ! and learn to kneel. I had. Something which long ago Did learn to suck and sip and taste . and waste. my dew my early love. ! Life without Thee is and spills. ver. O fill his bottle ! Thy child weeps ! Slowly and sadly doth he grow. living wells None stain'd or wither'd shall come near : . and shake ! One living drop one drop life keeps 1 If pious griefs heaven's joys awake. GI017. and crowns.232 SILEX SCINTILLANSy THE SEED GROWING SECRETLY. and gold. ! For Thy eternal. often feel. 4. eternal kills 1 Dove loose. O spread Thy sacred wings. Jf this world's friends might see but once What some poor man may quit. My soul's bright food. soon as feed that life. pine. Cap. And O shrinks back to ill which makes him blow And spread and open to Thy will left . But now grown sickly. 26. and thrones. Mark. Doth fret and wrangle. Thy absence Hover not long. S. My dew. sad and slow.

whose minds Are all too high for a low cell Though hawks can prey through storms and winds. Glory. and watch Till the white-winged reapers come i . And moons. And thriving vice for virtue judge. calm and bright itself. Vex'd not that but One sees thee grow : That One made all these lesser lights. Within an outward test ? Who Then breaks his glass to take more light. bear fruit. would get them down. The poor bee in her hive must dwell. On were all Let glory be their bait. singly sheds If those bright joys He met in one crown. thee. the wear.OR SACRED POEMS. bless thy secret growth. Makes way for storms into his rest. and winter-nights. though full. And spotless white is all Dear. secret greenness ! nurs'd below Tempests and winds. but thrive unseen and dumb Keep clean. is a drudge And they too oft take good for ill. nor catch At noise. What needs a conscience. earn life. Both sun and stars would hide their heads. immonal green there dwells. the crowd's cheap tinsel still To what most takes them. 233 A fresh.

Many disordered lives I saw. AS TIME ONE DAY BY ME DID PASS did pass. large As Time one day by me Through a dusky glass He Of held. O bright and happy kalendar ! ^Vhere youth shines like a All pearl'd with tears. Where through Faith into life thick pangs. like the sun's Thy name was writ. : As some meek To candle-light unveils line So by one beamy From thy bright lamp. I chanc'd to look. where sad Heav'n did shed A mourning light upon the dead.234 SILEX SCINTILLANS. And ev'n. did shine . which thaw but in My kind eyes A fair. breaks. high agonies. and Death dies. white page of thin rays. night-piece which day quails. and star may Teach age the holy way . smooth lines. still. and all thy days. And spied his curious book past days. And foul records.

where lies In death's dark mysteries A beauty far Than more bright the noon's cloudless light And For whose dry dust green branches bud. In the same page thy humble grave. and my joys ^one. happy ashes blessed sleep While hapless I still weep . — 9(». O calm and sacred bed. L . Sleep. Candy with sugar our choice fruits. 235 Here slept my thought's dear mark ! which dust Seem'd to devour. robes are bleach'd in the Lamb's blood. JNIy life. like rust But dust I did observe — By hiding doth preserve .OR SACRED POEMS.. Set with green herbs. glad hopes and brave. ! — ! Weep that I have outliv'd and unreliev'd Must soulless shadow !— so live on. As we for long and sure recruits. Though life be dead.

term'd then mere bonds and And to Thy name —which turtle. still I ! keep Like the surviving weep O bitter curs'd delights of men I Our souls' diseases first. all is Where pure.235 S'lLEX SCINTILLANS. Wander'd through darkness. till we eat How That artfully kill do you destroy. commence down its sad consequence. poisons that intreat With fatal sweetness. till too late. and mire. And led How am I now That I in love withal thrall. heaichy heaven. happy. dens. by my own foolish fire. . FAIR AND YOUNG LIGHT! MY GUIDE TO HOLY Fair and young light ! my still guide to holy . Grief and soul-curing melancholy Whom As living here I did shun sullen night-ravens do the sun. ! with smiles and seeming joy If all the subtilties of vice Stood bare before unpractic'd eyes. where all is even. Yet would not men grant their ill fate every act she doth writ And Had Lodged in those false looks. and then Our bodies' . U holy.

If these supplanters in the shade die. their fellow-murderer And why then grieve we to be sent Home by our first fair punishment. which made all Seem'd fair unto the woman's eye. Of Paradise could in this make man fade. And quite undress'd just fireed souls now with 1 thee. to see. and bright. " For he that's dead is freed from sin" ? O that I were winged and free. Without addition to our woes And ling'ring wounds from weaker foes. But what Earth breathes against thy light How blest had men been. Soil'd with many a weeping look. R 2 . Since that doth quickly freedom win. Plain. How world should they deter This world. had their sire 237 Liv'd still in league with thy chaste fire life . harmless. fair. foul sorrows That the seeds of be The finest things that are. faithful.OR SACRED POEMS. Where dwell by living fountains On everlasting. Nor made through her long descents ! A slave I *' to lustful elements did once read in an old book." So that fam'd fruit. spicy ! mountains Alas my God ! take home Thy sheep This world but laughs at those that weep.

" This cautious fools mistake. Where I shall have no cause eye or ear. But these dumb creatures are so true. though unseen. and woman to any gainful ill. 24." said the old sooth. Will nor conceal nor assent to My dark designs. ver. What man show ? and shades. Consent Was shown But I—alas !— one day in a strange glass That busy commerce kept between God and His creatures. . will to fear An If nights. Josh.238 SILEX SCINTILLANS. what I shall I do ? will Man can bribe. THE STONE. "Hedges have ears. 27. I HAVE it now none : But where to act that shall know . secret rooms. and Silent as tombs. when ambush'd there. and fear Nothing but man. "And ev'ry bush is something's booth . Cap. No gold nor gifts can them subdue.

conceals or shows. As loud Not that God needs eyes * John. Which some think dead.OR SACRED POEMS. in obedience to his Lord. Who promis'd much. Hence sand and dust Are shak'd for witnesses. that though All that He knows man doth. wild men. so steers His righteous course. 5. Spirit feeds All things with before Whose hears. . will for that same deed Against them by a stone proceed . speak. The Law deliver'd to the Jews. but did refuse Performance. Doth your most private sins record. Intelligence. that when you err Each thing turns scribe and register. and stones. Whose life. ver» 30. They hear. Hell and TT He 1 all hearts stark ^ naked lies. For know. 4^. But He* that judgeth as He that accuseth none. as blood. shall all at once With one attesting voice detect Those secret sins we least suspect. And. cap. 239 And into loud discoveries break. Yet will not He by . see. which ev'n man's own eye Must needs acknowledge to be just. his own light all —Though both all-seeing and Condemn men right but will try them by A process.

stiff Will prove their hearts more and tough But now. The Gospel then— for 'tis His Word.240 SILEX SCINTILLANS. though 'tis hard enough. — And not Himself* shall judge the world- Will by loose dust that man arraign As one than dust more vile and vam. since God on Himself took What If all mankind could never brook. . any for He all invites His easy yoke rejects or slights. Whose substance.

Whose Boasts secret fountain. I mean my sinful heart. ver. John. 38.OR SACRED POEMS. i. though not did in story. Was then Thy dwelling ? some cloud. or mountain. and increase her own ? My dear. What happy. Cap. St. though high and far. undiscover'd virgin glory it this day. lodg'd . Fix'd to a tent. Thee then. descend and shroud distress'd Lord ? or did a star. In sparkling smiles haste gladly down To lodge light. nor how But I am sure Thou dost now come Oft to a narrow. What dear God ! I do not know . My Beckon'd by Thee. WTiere Thou too hast but the least part My God. Fair shade. 241 THE DWELLING-PLACE. homely room. 39. nor where.

ii. in this bright. spill. instructing verse Thy saints are not the conquerors . meek.242 SILEX SCINTILLANS. ! He. persecuting for saints Thee and Thine. kill. dare not think such villany for a . Armies Thou hast in heaven. How And Enact I would run to endless night. shall a captive Who with the sword doth others shall his A sword is blood likewise Here the patience of the saints. Luke. that into captivity Leads others. which never faints. myself and mine But now enlighten'd thus by Thee. ear. St. ver. Nor For temporal self-end Successful wickedness commend. And follow Thee all cloth'd in white But here on earth — though Thou hast need . when set at naught and dumb. and overcome Like Thee. THE MEN OF WAR.* " then let him hear be. " If any have an Saith holy John.'' Were not Thy word I —dear Lord —my ! ! light. Cap. which fight . But patient. And the true faith." 23.

it ill. as That when These I ' when I was a child. But seeing soldiers long ago 243 Did spit on Thee. Because they us'd Since of my Saviour so . I'll marvel not at ought they do. because sure and slight the Give me humility and peace. not in Thy hand. Contented thoughts. And And to revengeless. and their martyrdom. but woulast bleed. If I hold fast. and smote Thee too . And And my crown as near. kind. But in contempt. . give faith to see me patience here. haters. Who by no blood — here —overcame But the blood of the blessed Lamb. Thou wouldst no legions. Thy throne is set. And all Thy saints do overcome By Thy blood. Give me. as still we see. innoxious ease. A sweet. may be found — pre-trv'd by Thee that chosen Amongst company. lure. 'tis almost reach'd. quiet mind. my Lord they had their will. Crown'd Thee with thorns.' and ' all conquerors before it fall. and bow'd the knee. The sword wherewith Thou dost command Is in Thy mouth. my greatest my God ' ! a heart as mild plain.OR SACRED POEMS. The Dear servant must not take Jesus.

. 21. mysteries. ASS. And build on it. And present things find men most kind Where obscure cares the mean defeat. Thou who didst place me in this busy street : Of flesh and blood. because the best Teach both mine eyes and feet to move Within those bounds set by Thy love . tires. Let me. where two ways meet The otie of goodness.244 SILEX SCINTILLANS. nor doth corrode. Grant I may soft and lowly be. not a load So give me grace ever to rest. . sin. But that of perfect neither liberty. and strife Where frail visibles rule the mind. THE St. not search. though above reason be only wise . And mind those things I cannot see . And splendid vice destroys the great didst set As Thou Which But is no law for me. they speak treason ass. The other of death. Cap. Matt. a pillow. . and life. Thy carry. Tie me to faith. Who To question Power. peace. . .

where thriving and conquests lies. Who Who To carries 245 Thee. Or. And let men call me what they will. is by Thee led . those. for Prove not expedient To Let shun that peril let may Thy way. check bad motions. And slights that most. me admire estates To low and be kind and a low mind. Above Let make me love the poor Those burthens to the rich man's door . though it should be lawful. instructing hand Finds Thy poor foal at Thy command. When he from wild is become wise. Thy grace . which men most When all things here to thistles turn Pricking his lips. times. And Truth At all —oppress'd here — fail gets the prize. who to't ? Shares in the act. follovs his own head. whatsoe'er I do. If the world offers to me ought. . When thus Thy mild. and puts me let And not Thou. till prize y he doth mourn And hang the head. keep his brags me still III Amongst Without the dead.OR SACRED POEMS. all. sighing for those . Prevail with me to shun the place me be wise to please Thee still. That by Thy book must not be sought. not me do't. Let me if not to question. argues.

And bones rejoice which once were broken. let O him by To living springs. . health. state. WTiere light. This leaden this sad captivity. ! And when — O God known his to the ass is free. but which men miscall is dead thrall. joy. and perfect peace Shut out all pain and each disease Where death and frailty are forgotten. just then break or untie These bonds. Being and In a state life. none but Thee. Pastures of life.?46 SILEX SCINTILLANS. . Lord be led and there be fed. where the ! Lamb goes O then.

find all is vanity. Paths that are hidden from the vulture's eyes. afflict Those I secret searches which the wise. and where grows that fruit Which The There others only grope for and dispute.'ia. yea. . and I. 13. the deceits of night Set forth to fool and foil thee. and no new thing. I. bid None could with more advantage use than sins. ver. St. saw at distance. Man's favourite those tainting appetites. * Eccle Even what was done before. me but one grain of sincere light False stars and fire-drakes. Cap. do not boast Such coal-flames show but kitchen-rooms at most. And precipice leads to. And those I saw search'd through . those and all That these three thousand years Time did let fail To blind the eyes of lookers-back. Now all is done." ? 2. What can Who shows the man do that succeeds the* king ? . and some fine clay invites. Which Nature breeds. the world's fineads world's lov'd wisdom— for think is none else it — did not the dreadful brink me fly. ver. 247 THE HIDDEN TREASURE. 44. Matt.OR SACRED POEMS.

and show'st. and teachest Look what Thou gav'st all that I do restore. Ev'n those. and restrain my hands up.248 SILEX SCINTILLANS. I . me But for one thing. W^here the impure seeds flourish all the year. who by them would my eyes Submit my wild seal I will and to Thy commands heart. kind arts and easy strains. . But since these sweets are sour and poison'd here. nor so soon entice. though without pains. do nothing. nor see But what Thou bidst. Which strongly operate. None would more dote on. With all their soft. And I'll private tapers will but help to stray find out the day. Did not a greater beauty rule mine eyes. though purchas d once befpre. nothing know.

Why should men A wolf. my path ev'n. their content too in Quickly would I make my pow'r. medicinal then much should make staid eyes. Why Why. I CANNOT reach it. From the same precipice be hurl'd ? . 249 CHILDHOOD. Those white designs which children And With the thoughts of each harmless hour. more than hell-fire a lamb or dove ? Or choose and brimstone streams Before bright stars and God's own beams ? . But flowers do both refresh and grace sweetly living — fie on men I when dead.OR SACRED POEMS. should I not love childhood if still ? I see a rock or shelf. drive. And long experience should make wise . Were now that chronicle alive. . love And by mere playing go to heaven. If seeing Since all that age doth teach is ill. Who kisseth And Are. Shall I from thence cast down myself? Or by complying with the world. and my striving eye Dazzles at as at eternity. thorns will hurt his face. it .

Business. and bends What way we please without self-ends. which he would God's face see Which angels guard. And yet the practice worldlings call all.250 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Which make me wise to lose my soiil. age of mysteries live twice that ! An Must ! How And Thy do I study now. swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man . But gravely cast themselves away. harmless age ! the short. Dear. and with it play. and weighty action Checking the poor child for his play. Where love without lust dwells. Angels which foul men drive away. and scan e'er I studied Thee more than man. Those observations are but foul. only see through a long night edges and thy bordering light I O for thy centre and midday the narrow ! For sure that is way I J .

251 THE NIGHT. No dead and dusty cherub. dra^ji'n o'er That. as glow-worms And face the moon Wise Nicodemus saw such light As made hi^n know his God by night. 3. Cap. ver.sacred veil Thy : glorious noon. John. Most blest believer he ! Who Thy in that land* of darkness and blind eyes long-expected healing wings could see When'Thou didst rise ! And. nor carv'd stone. Within whose sacred leaves did lie The fulness of the Deity ? No mercy-seat of gold. 2.OR SACRED POEMS. Through that pure virgin shrine. what can never more be done. where silent found Thee at that dead and hour ? hallow'd solitaiy ground did bear So rare a flower . That men might look and live. Did at midnight speak with the Sun ! O He What who will tell me. I S . VOL. shine.

! Christ's* progress. God's silent. while the Jews did sleep. Whose peace but by some angel's wing or Is voice seldom rent Then I in heaven all the long year Would keep. . soft call Lord's head . evil days Calm and unhaunted as is thy dark tent. Were all my loud. Wlien spirits their fair kindred catch. Lord hold And Where lodge alone trees and herbs did watch and peep And wonder. The hours to which high Heaven doth chime. the soul's dumb watch. and all His locks are wet with the clear drops of night His still. The stop to busy fools care's check and curb The day of spirits my soul's calm retreat Which none disturb . and never wander here.252 SILEX SCINTILLANS. and where I all mix and tire Themselves and others. searching flight When my is fiU'd with dew. and His prayer-time . living But His own works did my . But living where the sun Doth all things wake. ! Dear Night this world's defeat . consent and run To ev'ry mire . His knocking-time .

And by this world's ill-guiding light. There is in God —some say . I 253 Err more than can do by night.OR SACRED POEMS. for that Night where I in ! Him Might live invisible and dim 1 . A deep. Say it is but dazzling darkness late as men here O and dusky. because they See not all clear.

beateth at The everlasting doors above. A But in a deep. Sad. wide sea of blood ? sea. Who cannot count those they have Who bathe not in a shallow flood. ABEL'S BLOOD. Couldst such a shrill and long cry rear As speaks still in thy Maker's ear. Almighty Judge At ''^ose just laws no just men grudge . purple well ! whose bubbling eye .254 SILEX SCINTILLANS. vocal. Where souls behind the altar move. But deep still calleth upon deep : Whose urgent sound. And with one strong. whose loud waves cannot sleep. If single thou —Though single voices are but low. What thunders shall those men arraign slain. complain Of bloody Cain And now As in the at evening are as red first morning when shed. . like unto that Of many waters. incessant cry Inquire " How long?" of the Most High. Did first against a murd'rer cry still Whose streams. still .

That proudly spilt and despis'd blood. But what. and hopes each hour On those that keep them O accept Of his vow'd heart. Speechless and calm. and joys. like His whose blood peace brings Shall — —when they Abel's doth rise ! — ' speak better things Than May Abel in voice be Still single heard. which was my light 1 And leader through thick death and night Ay ! may that flood.OR SACRED POEMS. Comforts. sweet 255 commands do pour . I may ! That sworn memorial duly pay To Thy bright arm. while these agree With His mild blood and will kill I Who pray'd for those that did Him . whom Thou hast kept From bloody men and grant. Whose blessed. as infant's sleep 1 Or if it watch. forgive and weep ! For those that spilt it May no cries From the low Earth to high Heaven rise.

Fair. . those fair abodes Where turtles build. solitary path ! The old. evils Without to-morrow's and future loads? Who hath the upright heart. Leaving us— whose A shelter all Who is the way. and doth comply With hidden treasures that make truly rich ? He Whose thct doth seek and love The spirit. is ever poor.2S6 SILEX SCINTILLANS. pretence. white prophets planted first for whose blessed shades and dress'd goodness quickly fades. to retreat Whose acts. meek and low flies. . clean. and bowers to rest that walks in thee the man ? who loves Heav'n's secret solitude. the single eye. The which never meddled pitch ? Who sees invisibles. . pure hand. and Have all one sense. words. RIGHTEOUSNESS. and careless sparrows move. most slow. things above. Still homewards and to advance. Who Quick simple still and wise.

must — . hasting their overthrow Making the time they had kill. One aim and end 257 sight who walks not by his Whose eyes are both put out. Who But firmly never looks on man Fearful and wan. not by exterior light. And goes about . Who bears his cross with joy. nor spreads in the Thorns beds . And that bribe gives full aid which usurers impose. And doth employ in prayers for his foes His heart and tongue Who Without lends. trusts in God the great man's measure. Hope and Rock is ever glad : Who And seeks and follows peace.OR SACRED POEMS. Who Of spills no blood. Like chronic pains. Though high and haughty. the distress'd. Guided by faith. When with the ease it is health of conscience to be had. which surely though slow. Bitter and sad. Who But in his knows Earth nothing hath Worth love or wrath. not to be paid. .

or with neglect . that man walks in this path. Be ta'en in dust is But the good man God's peculiar treasure. Cheating himself . and doth not These good deeds blot With bad. and heaps not wrath Who By secret filth. doth thus. .2s8 SILEX SCINTILLANS. or weeds. nor feeds Some snake.

O But ! 'tis an easy thing write and sing . Even what Thou wilt. and give my spirit leave I To act as well as to conceive O my God. disperse These weights. could Gladly I weep blood. and make Myself all tears. would. To Is very hard ! to write true. Or if Thou wilt give me that art. and greet With my foul heart Thy holy feet.OR SACKED POEMS. 259 ANGUISH. the heart. and praise Thee I My God. a weeping lake. Cast it. hear let my ! cry Or me die . My I God and King I bow my knee ! to . Which through the eyes pours out I will exhaust it all. or tread it ! it shall do too. unfeigned verse O God. Thee bow my troubled soul.

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SILEX SCINTILLANS,

TEARS.

O WHEN my

God, my Glory, brings His white and holy train Unto those clear and living springs ^\^lere comes no stain.

Where

all is light,

and and

flowers,
rest,

and

fruit,

And

joy,

Make me amongst them 'tis my The last one, and the least.

suit

!

And when

they

all

are fed, and have

Drunk of Thy living stream. Bid Thy poor ass with tears I crave

!

Drink

after

them.

Thy

love claims highest thanks,

my

sin

The lowest pitch But if he pays, who loves much, then Thou hast made beggars rich.

OR SACRED POEMS.

261

JACOB'S PILLOW
I

AND

PILLAR.
;

SEE the Temple

in thy pillar rear'd

And

that dread Glory,

which thy children

rear'd

In mild, clear visions, without a frown,

'Tis

Unto thy solitary self is shown. number makes a schism throngs
:

are rude,

And God Himself
This made

died by the multitude,
fire,

Him
still

put on clouds, and

and smoke

Hence He The small,

in thunder to thy offspring spoke.

voice at

some low cottage knocks,
lofty rocks.

But a strong wind must break thy

The first true worship of the world's great King From private and selected hearts did spring ;
But He, most willing to save
Enlarg'd that
light,
all

and

to the

mankind, bad was kind.

Hence

Catholic or Universal
fair notion,

came
stone,

A

most

but a very name.

For

this rich pearl, like

some more common

When once made public, is esteem'd by none. Man slights his Maker when familiar grown. And sets up laws to pull his Honour down.
This

God

foresaw

:

and when

slain

by the crowd,

— Under that stately and mysterious cloud

262

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Which His death scatter'd — He foretold the place And form to serve Him in, should be true grace, And the meek heart not in a mount, nor at
;

Jerusalem, with blood of beasts and

fat.

A heart is
That

that dread place, that awful cell,

secret ark,

where the mild Dove doth dwell,

When
This

the proud waters rage,

By God's
little

permission, and

when heathens man turns a mule.

rule

Goshen

And

Satan's seat

— in the midst of night, — in her coasts hath light
all

Yea, Bethel shall have

tithes

—saith

Israel's stone

And vows and
Thus
is

visions,

though her foes cry " None.'

Temple sunk again and conceal'd from men. And glory be to His eternal name,
the solemn

Into a

pillar,

Who

is

contented that this holy flame
pit, till

Shall lodge in such a narrow

He
!

With His

strong

arm

turns our captivity

Was just
Obadiah
ap.i.ver lo misprinted
i).

But blessed Jacob, though thy sad distress the same with ours, and nothing less

;

For thou a brother, and bloodthirsty too, Didst fly,* whose children wrought thy children's woe: Yet thou in all thy solitude and grief,

Amos,
ver.

On

Stones didst sleep, and found'st but cold relief;

Thou from

the Day-star a long

way

didst stand,

was Law and command. But we a healing Sun by day and night. Have our sure Guardian, and our leading light.

And

all

that distance

OR SACRED POEMS.
What thou
didst

263

hope

for

and

believe,

we

find

And Thy

feel,

a friend most ready, sure and kind.

pillow was but type and shade at best,

But we the substance have, and on

Him

rest.

264

SILEX SCINTILLAMS,

THE AGREEMENT.
I

WROTE it down. But one that saw And envied that record, did since

Such a mist over
I

my mind
oft,

draw,

It quite forgot that

purpos'd glimpse,
but
still

read

it

sadly

Simply believ'd 'twas not

my

quill.

At length

my

life's

kind angel came.

And

with his bright and busy wing

Scatt'ring that cloud show'd

me

the flame,

Which

straight like morning-stars did sine;

And

shine,
all

and point

me

to a place,

Which

the year sees the sun's face.

O

beamy book

!

O my

midday.

Exterminating fears and night

The mount, whose white ascendants may
Be
in conjunction

with true light

My
Thon

thoughts,

Glitter

when towards Thee they move. and kindle with Thy love.
and the wine-house
tree of life to us
;

art the oil

Thine are the present healing

leaves,

Blown from the

By His

breath

whom my

dead heart heaves.

OR SACRED POEMS.
Each page
of Thine hath trae
life in't,

265

And

God's bright mind express'd

in print.

Most modern books are blots on Thee, Their doctrine chaff and windy fits,
Darken'd along, as
their scribes be,

With those foul storms, when they were writ While the man's zeal lays out and blends Only self- worship and self-ends

Thou art the faithful, pearly rock, The hive of beamy, living lights,
Ever the same, whose
Entire
still

diffus'd stock

wears out blackest nights.

Thy Thy
For
I

lines are rays the tnie

Sun sheds

;

leaves are healing wings

He

spreads.

until

Thou

didst comfort

me
:

had not one poor word

to say

Thick busy clouds did multiply. And said, I was no child of day ; They said, my own hands did remove That candle given me from above.

O

God

!

I

know and do
and

confess
still

My

sins are great

prevail
1

Most heinous sins and numberless But Thy compassions cannot fail.
If Thy sure mercies can be broken, Then all is true my foes have spoken.

266

SILEX SCINTILLANS,
after it

But while Time runs, and
Eternity,

which never ends,
still infinite,
;

Quite through them both,

Thy

covenant by Christ extends

No

sins of frailty, nor of youth,
foil

Can

His merits, and

Thy

truth.

And
Thy

this I

hourly find, for

Thou

Dost

still

renew, and purge and heal
love,

care

and

which

jointly flow.

New
I

cordials,
I

new

cathartics deal.
off
this

But were

once cast
!

by Thee,

know

—my God —
tears
faith

would not

be.

Wherefore with
I

— tears by Thee sent
never
fail
!

beg

my

may

And when in

death

my

speech

is
!

spent,

O let that silence then O chase in that cold
And
So Thou For
hear

prevail

calm

my

foes,
!

my

heart's last private throes

Who
it,

I till*

Wilt

finish

work begin drawn came not to Thee and by no sin
didst the

Will

Thy

free

mercies hind'red be.

For which,

O

God,

I

only can

Bless Thee, and blame unthankful man.

Like clouds. Whose holy. before thy glorious dawn. O DAY of life. Are but Light's weak minority They are but veils. white pilgrims rise. and With earnest groans for freedom cry I . and joys which to each secret bed Of my The Lord's dead. of love The only day dealt from above ! ! A day so 'Twill fresh. shall Come " ! And though speechless. 207 THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. Shall bring true day. happy histories T . My fellow-creatures too say " stones. so bright. are not dumb When That we hear life that glorious voice ? Of voice. I.OR SACRED POEMS. Dearly lov'd day The fields are long since white. All other days. And make the dead. so brave. O come ! arise ! shine ! do not ! stay. and v?ay to immortality? shall those first make dust see When VOL. show us each forgotten g^rave. and cypress drawn . arise fair to see Youthful and new skies. compared to thee. like flowers. of light.

and without end I ." but write this day Thy judging one descend.268 SILEX SCINTILLANS. more raging grows. . Thy The The creature's is bondage and abuse done to But what highest sin and shame. Because they sleep so long some men Count but the blots of a vain pen ? Dear Lord make haste I Sin every day commits more waste . ! — — Nor moan I only — though profuse . And Thy old enemy. descend : ! Make all things new. not man say " Thy arm doth sleep. the most needful for our sins when Thy mercy nothing wins let But mere disdain. That may dishonour those pure lines. which knows His time is short. And Yet. forgeries. With all detestable designs. vile despite Thy name . which impious wit force on Holy Writ. O God though mercy be in Thee ! And power The greatest attribute we see.

All flesh shall unto Thee repair. Thou still' st the loud waves. At Thy great works astonish'd be. And And mak'st the raging people mild. And fill'd with joy Thy goodness tells . when most wild. Sailors that float on flowing seas Stand firm by Thee. T 2 . ! To But Thee. none. Thy justice brings Man to his duty.OR SACRED POEMS. glorious all 65. O purge them. and have sure peace. And overrun heart and head Transgressions make me foul each all day ! . and but Thee. The most remote. purge them away Happy is he. Thou Art the world's hope. girds their rocky heads this day. whom Thou wilt choose To serve Thee in Thy blessed house Who in Thy holy Temple dwells. sinful O Thou my that hearest prayer still words and works spread . did first Thy arm the mountains lay. God ! on Thee Praise waits in humility. who know not Thee. ! King of Salvation ! by strange things alone And terrible. 269 PSALM Sign's true.

Soften the mould. crown'd. while all unseen The The blade grows up alive and green. year all is with Thy goodness wilderness. In antiphons sing to Thy name men : Thou visit'st it the low earth. makes rich all grounds . Water'st for the sons of river. The sower doth his bread provide. ' ' . Thy upper With which abounds fertile streams. And Thy paths drop fatness round They drop upon the For Thou dost even the deserts bless. And hills. And by Thy mercies still supplied. Wear fresh adornments on each side. and jointly sing. full of springing pride. The outgoings of the even and dawn. Thou water'st every ridge of land. Glory to the eternal King 1 .270 SILEX SCINTILLANS. And purling corn doth clothe the vale They shout for joy. The fruitful flocks fill every dale. and then . . And settlest with Thy secret hand The furrows of it then Thy warm And opening showers — restrain'd from harm.

And should those speechless beggars fail. Revel. Tears only and my blushes still I will produce. Thy will be done ' ' 1 . Shall look on Him. whose high cost I feel. ii. Cap. 271 THE THRONE. And say. The great and white throne I shall see . — Unseen —such joys Whatever arguments or skill Wise heads shall use. Of my dread Lord And lowly kneeling Stiff — at for the most then must kneel. clos'd now by Thee. When with these eyes. 20. Then taught by Thee I will prevail. But then restor'd. Which oft have won.OR SACRED POEMS. ver.

first WTiich His Mists looks will quickly fray . As if it ended in a Spring. We And talk and name thee with much As a tri'd thing . To thy dark land these heedless go : But there was One. ease. six thousand years well nigh. . Which shades and bowers doth rent-free bring. returning like the sun. And Thy since His death we throughly see All thy dark way : shades but thin and narrow be. DEATH Though Tis now since thy fust sad entrance by Just Abel's blood. every one can slight his lease. make but triumphs for the day- . all that Discover'd there is done. Who And search'd it quite through to and fro. then.272 SILEX SCINTILLANS. And still thy sov'reignty holds good art Yet by none thou understood.

OR SACRED POEMS. Then But let not dust your eyes obscure. As harmless violets. Their virtues here For salves and syrups while they Do And So after calmly disappear. their . up. and as sure Shall they revive. 273 which give live. : neither grieve. nor fear die His servants . lift them fled where still alive. repine. spirits hive. Though from you.

WTiich brings poor dust the victory. he would inherit. THE O COME away. then. antedate On me that state. Such triumphs poor Short sips and sights flesh cannot merit Endear delights Who Come seeks for more. FEAST. Ay I victory. cannot die Quick'ning the dead. True Bread. Whose I Come. eater shall not. Making dust and ashes ready ! No Is bliss here lent permanent. Which from Thine eye Breaks as the day doth from the East . Make no delay. Come while my heart is clean and steady ! While Faith and Grace Adorn the place.274 SILEX SCINTILLANS.

OR SACRED POEMS. when slain. And springing shine heart. though dead. Poor dust. and live. Present and sure without my seeing. The Well where living waters spring. like a quick . and. Shall rise again. When the spilt 275 dew Like tears doth show The sad world wept to be releas'd. How And dost thou fly search and pry Through all my parts. W'hich strikes Death dead. These means ordain For me to have in Him a part. Such a sure part In His blest heart. Who With some glad message from His did. O drink and bread. O wine. That with it fed. and sing. The Under food of man's immortal being 1 veils here Thou art my cheer. Spring up.

My soul and all fall. lamp.176 SILEX SCINTILLANS. my only best all Thy griefs my reliefs. You make rocks bud. And crown dry hills ! O quick'ning showers with wells and flowers ! For this true ease. For this taste of living glory. And all my sins Thy sorrows were ! . Whose shadow makes me sad or sick I O what high joys turtle's voice ! The And songs I hear Of my Lord's blood. my bed of rest ! spear. This healing peace. soft More than down 1 O painful cross. the key ! Opening the way O Thy Oh Are ! worst state. And knowing Hunt out each damp. ! Kneel down and And sing His sad victorious story O O thorny crown.

But let a silent tear ? And dress this Earth me heed didst bleed in the next for next year's meat Why Thou And what world to eat. Blessed art they which are called unto the marriagi Slipper of the Lamb ! . 9. ver. Revel. Cap. And what can To this reply ? I 277 What—O God !— but Some toil and sow That wealth may flow.OR SACRED POEMS. 19.

earn. shines oft in clouds: life But Thou. Not but that mourners too can have . Thy mighty my own defence lusts. close call good cheer. ill Some few and those shed . Rich weeds and shrouds For some wore white ev'n in Thy grave. sense. Should If not not ever bear in mind. THE OBSEQUIES. And time to learn. And joy. for My own With a cheap. Since dying for me.278 SILEX SCINTILLANS. That to be merry I want skill. girt and tied. Who didst man's whole Dost so invite and woo me still. . true tears. Thou didst crave no more Than common pay. Therefore those loose delights and which here Men I will. all For mourning sackcloth wear. Because forgetfulness would life's own breath were most In I foolish and unkind my own love. way plain remembrance kill : still Of Thy Even I sad death. mortified. like light.

thoughts shall . .OR SACRED POEMS. grave To which my in move Like bees storms unto their hive That from the murd'ring world's false love Thy death may keep my soul alive. Besides those kerchiefs sometimes shed 279 To make me I brave cannot find. but where Was Thy once laid for ! Thy head me in Thy grave.

Dear stream dear bank where often I Have sat.28o SILEX SCINTILLANS. loose retinue stay'd Ling'ring. light ? Who So came —sure —from a sea of all Or. and were of this steep place afraid. silent Doth thy transparent. The common pass. Should poor souls fear a shade or night. Here flowing And As if chide and call. All must descend Not But quick'ned by to this an end. Rise to a longer course more bright and brave. ! ! Why. and wat'ry wealth. since those drops are sure to sent back Thee that none doth lack. deep and rocky grave. and pleased my pensive eye . With what deep murmurs. his liquid. cool. through Time's stealth. Where clear as glass. Runs since each drop of thy quick store thither whence it flow'd before. THE WATERFALL. Why should frail flesh doubt any more That what God takes He'll not restore ? . fall.

. Not this with cataracts and creeks. Fountains of life. In streaming rings restagnates Which reach by course the bank. where the Lamb goes What sublime truths and wholesome themes ! Lodge in thy mystical. O my invisible estate.OR SACRED POEMS. Which first upon thy all face did move And As hatch'd with His quick'ning love. O useful element and clear My sacred wash and cleanser My first consigiiei' unto those ! 281 here . Unfess that Spirit lead his mind. My glorious liberty. deep streams Such as dull man can never find. and then : Are no more seen just so pass men. this loud brook's incessant fall all. still late ! Thct art the channel my soul seeks.

And shine and smile. Thou But the skill art a toilsome mole. a fix'd. when ? Wilt thou be gone foul deception of all men. QUICKNESS. discerning light. moving mist. a blind Self-posing state . 'Tis such a blissful thing. but ever bright. A dark contest of waves and A mere tempestuous debate. A what none can express. or less. Life is wind . . A knowing joy No chance. And full. quickness. A life is. False Thou life ! a foil and no more. that still Doth vivify. which my God hath kiss'd. and hath To please without eternity. yet doth not cloy. That would not have the true come on I Thou art a moon-like toil . or calm. and fit .282 SILEX SCINTILLANS.

yielded flowers. Thy quick'ning breath. W^hich sadness breeds in the most vain. 283 THE WREATH. And seldom How From The shall I get a wreath for Thee ? those rude. Or Summer's I will not for later store. not roses. sad as death. Thy temples bring. and tears again This day I bring for ! all dewy days. wore. Which thorns. . like Praise soil'd with tears. Through saddest clouds Where cloudless choirs sing without tears. — O not in vain—now beg Thy breath. which gladly bears to that glad place. barren hours softer dressings of the Spring. praise.OR SACRED POEMS. Sing Thy just praise. Since I in storms us'd most to be. Thy pain Thy causeless pain and. But a twin'd wreath of grief and Shining with joy. and see Thy face.

wing with eyes. Green Tell me. and living streams ? O tell. trees of life.zSi SILEX SCINTILLANS. TELL me whence that joy doth spring Whose diet is divine and fair. holiness the magnet And love the lure that woos thee down Which makes the high transcendent bliss Of knowing thee. who did thee bring. THE QUEER. so rarely known I . And tramples on doubts and despair ? O Whose And Eastern traffic deals in bright boundless empyrean themes. day-stars Mountains of and light. and eyes that taste ? here without is. Which wears heaven lilce a bridal nng. my Sure. spice. And Till thou didst A knowledge plac'd grow and get a wing.

their thoughts and deeds . Thou knew'st this tree. and look On my own dust mere dust it is.OR SACRED POEMS. 285 THE BOOK. and when Made linen. Which makes me wisely weep. and spread. Thou knew'st this paper. never should be dead. Cover'd since a cover it And where As if it flourish'd. when it was Mere seed. . Eternal God That have liv'd ! Maker ! of all fall here since the Man's The Rock of Ages in whose shade They live unseen. this Thou knew'st Did live harmless beast. when he and feed by Thy decree On each green thing. or fruitless weeds. which now spread A covering o'er this aged book. . who did wear it then What were their lives. when here they fade . when a green shade made. Whether good com. it. then slept — well fed lies Cloth'd with this skin. grew. But not so dry and clean as this. and after that but grass Before 'twas dress'd or spun. O 2 .

Who in them lov'd and sought Thy facel . Give him amongst Thy works a place. again. Spirit when ! Thou shalt restore trees. and though Now scatter'd thus. Thou knew'st and saw'st them all. dost O knowing. beasts and men.286 SILEX SCINTILLANS. When Thou make all new Destroying only death and pain. glorious shalt know them so.

With meek. all I sought. Fly from their nurses to the throng. Long reign'd this vogue and thou cast by. wouldst convey A sudden and most searching ray Into my soul. And oft left open. lead But as rash youths. Cried dross for gold. When yet I could not understand. when once grown strong. with whose quick touch Refining still I struggled much. 287 TO THE HOLY BIBLE. my heart and me weep True thanks to thee before I sleep. and stick . till I learnt to read. shall O BOOK ! Life's guide ! how let we part ? And Take thou so long seiz'd of this last kiss . Thou wert the first put in my hand.OR SACRED POEMS. dumb looks didst woo mine eye. To those either hurt or sick light gain'd So with that from thee Ran I in chase of vanity. and never thought My first cheap book had . . And daily didst my young eyes To letters. Where they till new first consorts choose.

and still all strife. 14. The Her secret favours of the Dove blisses. crowning Fruition. Living. ver. 2. and on earth peace.288 SILEX SCINTILLANS. Luke. O farewell St. glory. Thou didst lead to. thou wei't And Thy dying my soul's mak'st me go in book of God ! sure ease. Gladness. By this mild art of love at length Thou overcam'st my sinful strength. union. And having brought me home. peace : next effects no tongue can tell Farewell. and peace. life. smiles and kisses. Exalted pleasures. and hope. quick'ning kindness. Cap. didst there Show me that pearl I sought elsewhere. Glory to God in the highest. . and love. good will towards meit.

And through Thy creatures pierce and Till all becomes Thy cloudless glass. Transparent as the purest day. and unveil'd eye. O seeing Thou hast paid our score. pass. and look and : call. Who ! wrought their bliss . arise And like old clothes fold veil : up these skies. For evermore immaculats A state fit for the sight of Thy Immediate. This long-worn then shine and spread Thy own bright Self over each head. And without blemish or decay. 289 L'ENVOY. Arise. Fix'd by Thy Spirit to a state . A state Thy birth and death design'd A state for which Thy creatures all Travail and groan.OR SACRED POEMS. and never done The seers of whose sacred light Shall all be dress'd in shining white. O THE new world's new-quick'ning ! Sun ! Ever the same. pure. A state agreeing with Thy mind. And made conformable to His Immortal shape. Why should the curse reign any more ? .

not our haters brag Thy seamless coat is grown a rag. Dry up their arms who vex Thy spouse. faithful zeal. . WTiich cause solution in all parts. And take the glory of Thy house To deck their own then give Thy saints . But since Till all Unfinish'd. Give watchful spirits to our guides For sin —like water— hourly glides door. close arts. Frustrate those cancerous. And strike them dumb. Thy number is as we shall gladly fit yet sit be ready. that the train May Only fully let Thy glorious reign. do this and then let grace Descend. By each man's Turn in. Because we forc'd Thy judgments down. Or that Thy truth was not here known. and hallow all the place Incline each hard heart to do good. ! . and one mind hold. That which neither faints Nor wildly burns. all in one fold We may be fed. who for mere words Wound Thy beloved more than swords.290 SILEX SCINIILLANS. and quickly will still. That like true sheep. And cement us with Thy Son's blood . Dear Lord. if not obstructed Therefore write in their hearts Thy law. and show the ill. but meekly still Dares own the truth.

With prostrate souls adoring Thee. 2>r] Clemens apud Ea^l : 6 Q^hi Kot 6 K'pios 'lr](rovs Xpiarhs Koi TO Uvevfia to ayiov. fast as and blessings flow in persecutions now. that by their clear holy lives Mercy may here Sit regent yet.OR SACRED POEMS. Who turn'd our sad captivity ! S. sharp judgments awe Their very thoughts. shall we know war and peace Thy service to be our sole ease. . And And As So let 291 these long.

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liv).NOTES TO VOL. consisting of a hand proceeding from a cloud and shaking a thunderbolt. others I have noted myself. SILEX SCINTILLANS. and a stone heart from which fall what may be tears or may be drops of blood. For the quotations from Herbert I refer to the pages of Dr. and a bibliography of his poems and prose writings. I may add that the task has given me a strong sense of the marked originality which characterizes Vaughan's sacred poetry at its best. 13). Guiney on Henry Vaughan. which refer to [b) an engraved title-page (c) a short dedication (cf. p. Beeching's introduction to the present edition of others to an essay Vaughan . Grosart's revised Aldine edition (1892). by Miss L. Thib was . The engraved title-page is a poor and crude design. I have reserved for the second volume a few notes on the biography of Henry Vaughan. to bring them together. . once for all. The prefatory matter in that edition consists of (a) the verses headed Authoris de se Embletna (p. The first part of Silex Scintillans was published in 1650. worth while. I. Another edition appeared in 1655. I. owe to Mr. But it seemed the S Hurts i . I HAVE made it my chief object in the notes to this volume to give a fairly complete view of the many : parallels the Silex Scintillatis and George Herbert's Tlie I Many of these have long been familiar some between Temple.

13). which has a pagination of its own. pages 19-22 of the original. Dr. The text of the title-pages texts (p. Job. viz. 1654 (<:) a collection of .. i). A predecessor. | Vaughan. was set up afresh for the second edition. Printed for Henry Crips. and Lodo| n | [quoted] | next to the Castle in Cornhil. (e) the verses beginning " Vain wits and eyes " (p. To this was appended for the first time the second part. the state of English literature when it which are evidently more particular. J. who says of his "follies. 35. " as you would deal with so many . with a new and prefatory matter. of the unsold sheets of the 1650 edition. and that certain corrections were introduced into the poem of Isaac's Marriage. title-page. ver. Grosart suggests that this is Robert Greene. 11).296 made up title-page NOTES TO VOL. chap. are I regret that I have been unable to identify difficult to fix. Both editions are P. noticeable. the prose quotation on page 4. The It is volume ends with an index of titles to both parts. I. Silurist." or wanton love-pamphlets in the Groatsworth of Wit. Popes-head Alley. 10.) [Emblem] Priuate don : or Sacred Poems and Henry Vaughan. by | | | Cornhill. London 1655I : Silurist. W. The prefatory matter of the 1655 edition consists of {a) a printed. which is dated September 30th. (1655. and private Ejaculatwo Books By Henry | | . 16). These variations are given in detail in the notes to that poem. [b) the Author's Pre/ace (p. however. and in wick Lloyd. {d) the Dedication (p. from others. The Author's Preface to the Following Hymns. LonPrinted by T. that half of sheet B. of the allusions in this preface Many appeared may be generally illustrated . Blunden at y« Castle in | Silex Scintillans | : I | | ! Eiaculations 1650. for H. not engraved. is as follows : (i6so. in octavo.) Silex Scintillans tions I : | Sacred | Poems In The second | Edition.

Freguent impressions and numerous pages. 54. by Vaughan. some poems which he destroyed. etc. The quotation is from the Prudentii contra Sytnntachi Oratiotievi Lib.. and every lewd to them Telegones. show. 636. and that the " check ! nature of conversion. an can find To the Holy Bible and Begging 214). Th£ poem in the book. as the sonnets written to his mother in i69§. Doubtless Vaughan is speaking of those poems which concern his own personal history and his dead friends. Something remote." My P. P. who speaks of his hymns. 287). Grosart thought that the reference is to Shakespeare. 182. and quoted by Walton. and it is quite possible that his influence may have been one of the causes. Probably Vaughan refers to greatest follies. regarding both the Poems of 1646 and the Olor Iscatms of 165 1 as comparatively " innoxious. Hierotkeus. but he began to write sacred verse at an early date. and that Vaughan supposed George Herbert to check Shakespeare's He has since proposed Cowley. 2. 8. cast VOL. There are several obscure writers of Dr. or that Vaughan may have believed it to have been one of the causes. Perhaps the voluminous Quarles is one of those chiefly in Vaughan's mind. Herbert was a younger man than his friend. I venture to suggest fame " was of the that the " wit " was Donne. i. 5. P. Prudentius. which led to the reformation of Donne's spiritual life. 297 them into the fire call now is they kill their father.-ne translations title of Flores Solitudinis. refers to one supposed to have been Bishop of Athens and tutor of the pseudo-Dionysius the Areopagite. (Grosart). A most Jloitrishing and admired ivii of his time." a victor's crown. for line in them written a deep piercing Ppa^elov. The only poems with I (p. in . (p. Grosart may be right in stating that Vaughan this name. 234.NOTES TO parricides. Dr. See notes last to pp. : I. 7. adjudged in the games. wound my heart. obvious reference to the expectation of death that are the last but one. P. published under the This was originally prefixed to so.

. is required. which Lyte If any alteration. health." Grosart's. The correction Dr. Prhiiros'd. The translation of 17. The original has seme. things the poet desires. in The notion of the soul as a flower the tempests of sin or of affliction is frequent in Vaughan. too.298 i6s4. "The banks on either side of the road leading from the village of Llanhamlach to Llansantffread are covered with primroses in Spring. I should prefer seems." seems loath to come to him. Day of Judgment. 19. The Eare. growing with a luxuriance I have never seen equalled. courses however. I. and her ointment yields As rich a scent as the now primros'd fields. Miss Morgan says." is. especially in Tlie Flower (p. dated " Newton by Usk near Sketh-Rock. cannot be I am he tempests fell is all night. dated April and therefore the date of the sickness in question was probably 165 1-2. Seein loath. in his have been " collected Sickness and Retirement. And relish versing O. " living faith. Herbert. After so many deaths I live and write I once more smell the dew and rain. One of the 1." he speaks of "the incertainty of state of life and a peevish inconstant Niererabergius' Dis1652. : It That On whom Thy All tJu original has eai\tli\. my only Light. Regeneration. than of spelling. . 178) I smell her spices . uses the epithet again in Ascetision Vaughan : Day (p. 28. NOTES TO and said on the title-page to VOL. has it. P. other altered to seent'd and Grosart to same. 208) " And now in age I bud again. 40." In the Epistle-Dedicatory to this volume. P. 1653." Blasted my injant buds.

49. The Shower. 55. loi) and T/ie Je-ws (^. 45. in Decay (p. prayer was Very strange stuff wherewith to court thy lass." 11. readings of the 1650 edition oi Silex Scintilians. Herbert's TJie Answer 212) . on the visits of God to earth under the old dispensation. newly waking. and "flee" for "fly" in I. 129) " One might have sought and found Thee presently At some fair oak. X . (p. readings of the 1655 edition are clearly in all these cases On the other hand. 299 Religion. or well." VOL. already referred to in the general note on that volume. There are other misprints both in the text and in the running titles of the pages. " As a young exhalation. "days" 18. 19 — "When sin." The for deliberate corrections. should The variant have been given as footnotes to the 11. 212). grows pursy and slow. And settling to a cloud." P. I. I." I. 30.35.36" But in a frighted virgin-blush approach'd Fresh as the morning when 'tis newly coach'd. text. But cooling by the way. 1. Isaac's Marriage. nor compliment? thou wert An odd coarse suitor. Hadst ne'er an oath. by sinning oft. Vaiighan returns to the theme of angels' visits in Corruption Herbert has a similar passage (p. it misprints " daye " in 1. Scorns his first bed of dirt and means the sky. This is Lyte's correction for the 1650 and 1655. doth live and die In that dark state of tears. They are as follows : 11-14 " But being for a bride. had not lost sense. Cy. womb" of both P. 37.NOTES TO P. or cave. sure. " his moist Her tnoist womb. or bush. VOL.

and wish I were a tree. what a thing is man ! how far from power. several hour. within a walk from Vaughan's home at Newton. the expressions of a similar idea on pp. 106) I : Oh that were an orange-tree^ That busy plant ! Then should I ever laden be. Cf. and I should be just. With the opening of 7iess(p. were sung of by Ben Jonson and a number of other poets in the Annalia Dubrensia (1636). and his Employment " (p. I. P. carried on in the seventeenth century They under the superintendence of Captain Robert Dover. For sure then I should grow To fruit or shade at least some bird would trust Her household to me. at the foot of Allt. Miss IMorgan suggests that the lake referred to was probably Llynsafaddan or Llangorse Lake. 46. first published in 1643. That drmvsy lake. parallels from Herbert's Affliction (p. star. 49. 87. The Pursuit. or a rainbow." P. compare that of Herbert's Giddi- " Oh." I read. 105." Mount of Olives. Hadit TJiou Made me a a pearl. . least From settled peace and rest He is some twenty several men at Each P. Coiswold and Cooper's. And Some fruit never want for him that dressed me. 68) and the " and sigh. Cotswold Hills were famous for annual races and sports. Distraction. Cooper's Hill was celebrated by Sir John Denham in his poem of that name. 163) this. 48. .300 NOTES TO VOL.

" X z . I to the (p. Cf. 67). VOL. and the rather because English is a —" The death of this brother p. 160) : " Not that Thou hast not still above Much But better tunes than groans can make. therefore. 74). come ! ivhat do I Joy of my life. Sweeter airs stream from a groan. p. which contains the lines.] one of a group of poems in the first part of Silejc Sciniillnns. Besides. (i'f? note to thus referred to by : I would not have thee look here for the TJieomagica (1650) paint and trim of rhetoric. which all seem to refer to the same event -the death of a brother. Sure.4- [Thou that know'st for whom I mourn. that those country airs Thy love Did take. fair to infer that . perhaps. yet music for a king. in Sloane MS.) Thomas Vaughan in his Anthroposophia language the author was not born to. J. P." . " But groans are quick and full of wings." dust. Call. 138): Herbert.NOTES TO P. 301 The It is. And same occasion I ascribe Come. Vaughan intends this period to cover the whole of his past life and the poem will. while left me here (p. 171). am not is sure. have been written in 1641-42. and / walked the other day to s^end jny Iwur (p. here 61). and Grateful)tess (p. Some twenty Years. 52. i. there's a tie of bodies (p. This is — " But now the spirit. not the Must be thy brother. Sion. 1741. Another is Silence and Stealth 0/ Days (p. 82). About a similar poem in Part II. And all their motions upward be And ever as they mount like larks they sing The note is sad. 234. Thomas Vaughan gives this dead brother the initial W. And who knoweth how to write amidst a strife of tears and ink ? " In his manuscript diary. this piece was composed in haste and in my days of mourning on the sad occasion of a brother's death.

72) : A kind of tune which things he. The Morning Watch.302 NOTES TO P. e. (p. 157) : " What time we from our curious reader love swerved. 170) : Cf. loi). while left me herb v. They purge the air without . Herbert. in 90. Herbert.. ! ] Candies. So shall that storm purge S!o}-jn (p. the breast. was not an uncommon legacy. Shakespeare. Merchatit of Venice. P. of Llandetty. Man's Fall and Recovery Corruption P. The Cf. Wearing apparel. [Joy of my Life. My first love. more costly in Vaughan's time than now. Grosart found a copy of Silex Scintillans mentioned in the sale catalogue of Wordsworth's library." : P. VOL. Dr. poems of Vaughan's Vanity of Spirit (^p. 59. 67. " How far that little candle So shines a good deed P. throws his beams a naughty world. trace a similar philosophy in other (p. i. one hat suitable to the same. dated 1620. 65. 43). This is the famous poem which is thought to have inspired Wordsworth's Ode on t)ie Intimntiotis of Immortality. all Prayer " is The world in Cf. his green stuff coat laid in the seams with silver lace." may 57). tvne. Miss Morgan quotes from Jones' History of Brecknockshire a. of Thomas Madoc of Scethrog. 71. 69." But the Platonic idea of immanent harmony is not in Herbert. will. Cf. this recluse. 1.g. in which he gives to Howel John Howel. The Constellation first (p. with a cloak of the same colour. Content. and one Holland shirt.ir.-ir and fe. Prayer (p. within. . The Retreat. The " Poets have wrong'd poor storms such days are best." ! The Storm.

] My heads The fashion of wearing death's- by way of Memento Mori. 54) " I have consider'd it and find There is no dealing with thy mighty Passion. : ! .NOTES TO P. These lines." P. Which my God feels as blood. 223) : " And I. The Resolve. shall still go neat. The Passion. is Herbert's The A!. 66) . !• 5- " As they keep death's-heads To cry memento to me. c/.. Vol. The Chances. in rings. Wi'h Stanza " Ix)ve 2. good Doll do not speak like a death's-head do not bid me remember mine end. I. Discipline (p " Throw away thy rod. As if I knew no month but May. The Relapse." Beaumont and Fletcher. VOL. 4. is said to have been " Peace." All strew' d with flowers a7id happiness Andjresh as A fay.. but las wine. there's a tie of bodies cnun death's-head. set by Diana of Poitiers cf. 26) " It as a given death's-head keep. O my God. (p." ' in rings ' and Donne (Muses' Library. Throw away thy wrath ." should be compared with Herbert's Affliction (p. I. like floweis. 55) . together with those in Proz'idencc (p. Take P.ony that liqiior sweet and most divine. 254." 90. IV." P. to be a reminiscence of that The opening of this poem seems of Herbert's The Reprisal {$. the gentle path. 89. I-lerbert. 303 [Sure. c/. 223) : With lines g-12. Lovers' mortality to preach. 82. 2 Hen. ii. p. 84. ! and as they.

80) Leiger. preface to the second edition of " Silex Scintillans (p. Cf. due to 1. Herbert. had my wish and way My days were straw'd with flow'rs and happinesses There was no month but May. thou gavest me milk and sweetnesses.S'wwn'iTj' (p. there keeps to a lower level of spiritual life than Vaughan's. that blessed man. ID. whose holy life and verse gained many pious converts. 9). is needed " far-day " might mean " the time when the day is far advanced. P. The Match. This poem was doubtless suggested by Herbert's Church Porch (p. Cf. 94." P. Working against the states of death and hell. 7).-lxxvii. Mr. The "friend" whom Vaughan is probably George Herbert. I am not sure that thr: correction. in his of whom 96) I am the least." to Seal or pin ihem (p. as his title signifies. . 118 My bead of days. loz) : " The Sundays of man's life. is It A extraordinary ambassador. Herbert. but is from Iigse7i. VOL. Rules and Lessons. Thy skies. Fa[i]r-day. Grosart. Threaded together on Time's string. Corruption. (p. The Holy Scriptures " thou art heaven's lieger here.Wotton's wittj' and rash definition of an ambassador lieger. here referred to calls. to lie. Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious king. or aiiibassado^'-lieger. Cf. liegaji. as " one who lies abroad for his country's good. loi. but Herbert.304 " At first NOTES TO I .S. A. I. The reader will recall Sir Henrj. Rules and Lessons " Seal not thy eyes up from the poor." : 1. 91. Dr." . George Herbert." P. The closer parallels are with Herbert's stanzas Ixiii." a permanent as opposed to an has nothing to do with legate.

loi). I.. love. that love I may never cease. however. modelled upon. 127. " Who sings Thy praise? Love (p. " The Puritans abolished the See. Beeching points out. 186). and make them write of P. Cf. This poem is clearly. 113. And. Idle Verse. Herbert. Signature. 116. II. 261. 107. in Vol. 75): Only a scarf or glove Doth warm our hands. or glove. ." Son-Days. will move Thee. but thou dost pull to look on One. Vaughan's poem. P. as Mr. Lyte aptly notes on celebration of Christmas. that of Herbert on Prayer (p.NOTES TO P. properties. 305 Christ's Nativity this (ii." poem. The True Christmas.). VOL. I will love Thee . The form (p. Sick with a scarf. Cf. 114. p." Repentance. A symbolical marking on a herb or other which was supposed to indicate its virtuous P." " The week were dark but for thy light Thy torch doth show the way. natural thing. 72). " King of glory. with Herbert's "Man had straightforward gone . To endless death And turn us round P." and Vaughan's " The pulleys unto headlong man " . But it also owes something to the poem on Sunday (p. King of peace. and two or three phrases are borrowed from. Praise. Vaughan's Man with Herbei t's " lamps that light through his heap of dark days. of this poem is borrowed from Herbert's Praise which begins.

I." . (p. Donne. . VOL. Give him his dirt to wallow in all night. I. Resurrection The great pher's stone (Afuses' Library. But thy silk-twist let down from heav'n to me. Herbert. The Pearl (p. and doth not alone dispose Leaden and iron wills to good. 229) : " All may Thee partake : Nothing can be so mean. Herbert. For the religious use of the notion.3o6 NOTES TO P. not my grovelling wit. no . Affliction. Retirement. The Tempest. Did both conduct and teach me how by it To climb to Thee. To make the music better. 137. 142. Cf. 131) Vet hugs }ie still his dirt. 118) My loz'e-twist. TJie Elixir of (p. Cf. Misery " He doth not like this virtue. but is Of power to make e'en sinful flesh like His " He was all . Which with this tincture for Thy sake. The Temper (p. also Herbert. Cf. but rose All tincture. Herbert. 69) : " gold when He lay down. elixir." P. Sometime the first of these was credited with the property of transmuting baser metals into gold. the second with that of renewing life at other times the two are spoken of as practically identical." Thus doth God key disorder d man. The goals of alchemy were the philosoand the red tincture or great elixir.' Will not grow bright and clean.. cf. 77) " Yet take Thy way for sure Thy way is best ' . " Vet through the labyrinths." P. etc. 139. Thy poor debtor This is but tuning of my breast. Stretch or contract me.

NOTES TO P. VII. 155. II. a few green ears. lives of the original will not scan. Hope (p.. 252) "a countr>' liver" . (Vol. 257 "Those nicer livers. The Retreat (p. and in The Recovery (Vol. W ment (Vol." Thus in the Elegy ok R. Grosart prefers to add a syllable in [u/>]o>i : but I have observed that Vaughan uses on several occasions such live[r'\s. Dr." in yonr courses /ought. Myth of the Cave be thinking of the Bk." . 157): " Wilh that I gave a vial full of But he. 20. There may very passage. ISO. Herbert. Cf. . II. 59) : "As A had not walked above mile or two from my first love. "They fought from heaven the stars in their courses fought against Our first love.. The World." Herbert's description of a Spring day in Virtue (p. allusion to Oliver likely be an Cromwell in in this Grots and caves. 145. I." tears P. Vaughan appears Plato's Republic." yet I P.. The Shepherds. Bui for his Bride. 116). Judges. Some green ears. VOL. II. Cf. as " The biidal of the earth and sky. 2P7 Love and Discipline. 284) " Which wears heaven and also a bridal ring." P. p. Harmless The harmless phrases as "harmless livers.. The Queer like (p. there described. p. p. The Constellation. and of the ascent to the Idea of Good Cf. Cf. You Sisera. to The darksome statesman. 79) he has " all those worthless livers " in Retire. 158. v.

IVh/) of that The Glunpse (p. Court. i6i. me Unto And P. I. The Star (p. 9. I saw a worm devcur AVhat show'd so well. make me not their sport. cell 196) : VOL. Now all day spares.3o8 NOTES TO P. Would make a Herbert.] Cf. by Thy coming may be made a Couit." Stanza allusion p. home aiid hive. 161) I to Hour. Thou know'st how grief and sin O. wars. Cf. Imperial. Thy grave ! and Herbert. The is probably to Vaughan's lost brother." P. 169. Herbert. A gallant The Crown flower. " Then went a garden. 54. Giddiness (p. note to . Man. and did spy Sure. Bees at night get (p." Walked the Other Day to Spend my Peace (p. 100) : " Sure thou wilt joy by gaining To fly home. Misery. Who Snttdge. Disturb the work. and to the Now eat his bread in peace. The Obsequies 279) : " To which my thoughts shall move Like bees in storms unto their hive " . His Life. But when I digg'd. now he scorns increase. Herbert. Cf. And snudge in quiet . Peace at the root must dwell. [I that hive of beams garland streams. 163) " Now he will fight it out." : " Cf. said I. like a laden bee. Tha capital His is a mistake. 171. Cf.

is P. 16." of Herbert's Praise (p.NOTES TO P. II. [They are all gone into the World of Light. The allusion is probably to Christ's viii.. 182. note). Jew. viz. offered to him. interlined. contrast poem with its of men's changeableness and God's steadfastness resembles that of Herbert's Whit-Snnday (p. 17. xxii. and to whose memory he dedicates pcems in Olor R. p. I. By 1655 the friends Iscatms. Cf. Herbert. to do less or more. ITiis opening. answer Cf. also to the Pharisees in S. " If Balak would give me his house full of silver and gold. P. " But if he will not in hear thee. (Vol. King (p. then take with thee two or three more. 309 Begging. 178. of love. 94 ) . 137. note).] Vaughan had lost his brother W. and R. the world's Thy book. note to p." Alatthevj. Hath Fi>u gold. 184. Where all things have their leaf assign'd Vet a meek look .. 81). II. " It is is also written in your law that the testimony of two . T/ie stubborn Ascension Day. John. Hall (Vol. King of mej-cy.S. 18. The sentiment of Longing (p. VOL. 54. 234. Numbers. King of peace. the latter part of this Interline. Balaam's hire. p. Cf. 186). 174. like that of modelled on the "King of glory. Prai:e 127). 79).. Apparently the allusion is to the hire which Balaam said he would not accept if it wert. I cannot go beyond the word of the Lord my God. 190) : " Indeed. White Sunday. W. possibly also his first wife (p." . (p. men the true. xviii." Cf. that mouth of two or three witnesses every word may be established." P.

: and wink and the rest I smile. and tie My life within this band But Time did beckon to the flowers. 198. 191. Culled flowers and (p. VOL." P.93) " The brags of are but a nine-days' wonder. and they ' . Star. days' glory. Content falling star : and nine life (P. All show'd the builders craved the seer's care. friend to whom poem is with the 3rd stanza. with what glory wast Thou served of old.137) " Lord. of Herbert's Sion (P." P. Affliction {^. Joy. Dy noon most cunningly And withered in my did steal away. then. I." tne posies. 100) " That so among Glitter.3IO NOTES TO P. Cj. 195. Cj. 193. is ours whom shaking fastens more. Shakingfastens tliee.iy ran by Here will I smell my remnant out. The Garland." . When Solomon's temple stood and flourished Where most things were of purest gold. We A are the trees." The Palm-Tree. the opening addressed is unknown. Herbert. may : and curl. adoration. Cf. Life 124) : " I made a posy while the d. Herbert. hand. and wind as they That winding in their fashion Of P. this The C/. Cf. The And •wind ana curl. Herbert. The Star (p. " Affliction. The wood was all embellished ! With flowers and carvings mystical and rare . made Herbert. 127): .

rest with Thee. C. Cf. is The form of this of Herbert's on the poem. Mr. mouth. Lyte's emendation of the Dr. But Thou wast up by break of day. Easter Cp. 211. with charity. the Sole Disposer of Life and Death.NOTES TO P. VOL. with the heading To the only true and glorious God. And brouglit'st Thy sweets This original. 311 Trinity Sunday. hands in me. rise. This poem originally appeared in Vaughan's Flores Solitudinis (1654). Begetting virgins. sins Enrich I my heart." is Though wrong'd I'll the though wrong of through "wrong. I got me boughs off many a tree . Begging. who hast formed And And hast redeem'd sanctified me out of mud. H. Palm-Sunday. 214. I. 216. 201. me through Thy blood. 92) : modelled upon this " Lord. do good. The Timber." P. P.h Thee. P. with the 7th stanza. ' I got me flowers to strew Thy way. strive to sin no more. along wi. faith. Firth kindly suggests to me the ingenious emendation Be^etiin^ verdure but I think the sense is " streams that cleanse the soul from sin " and the "chaste fountains " of the next verse supports the reading of : the original text. me to Purge all my For I confess And With That I will done heretofore my heavy score. 60) . . may run. bear. same theme (p. . with its triads. Herbert. with hope. Grosart prefers .

In the think the allusion is Rebekah... 22-43. Pontic slieep.. Mary Magdalene with Mary of Bethany. Vol. Herbert has a parallel poem.. 37). note to No month but May. ^ passage which mentions neither wormwood nor sheep. f. poem called Isaac's Marriage spirit as (p. Cf. dalen Herbert of St. Mary Magdalen. Grosart refers lo Polybius's Hist. The Ornament. Vaughan type of " sweet writes of her in exactly the same . 226. a drug wormwood 19. M. I " is referred to as P. tr. Donne's sonnet To ike Lady MagMary Magdalen (Muses' Library. 227. 220. however. which " The merry World did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together where I lay.. But " Pontic in Pliny.. Hist. 80)." Dr. 184. Nat. 223. The Quip (p. Grosart.. St. and to Vaughan's pen-name of Olor Iscaniis. ver. Cf. Dr. " the Shulamite in the Song of Solomon. This may be seen in the Legenda Aurea of Jacobus de Voragine " Mary Magdalene had (Engl. Jesus Weeping. iv." Mediaeval identified tradition. xiv. Providence. suggests that Rachel or Mary (!) may be intended while Mr. And clearly to all in sport to jeer at me.e. to the fable that the Siuan-Uke. the Church. Ma^dal-Castle. Rossetti proposes i. W. p. 90). ed. cannot trace the allusion. 156): " Her of your name whose fair inheritance Bethina was and jointure Magdalo." P. . sanctioned by Gregory the Great. VOL.312 NOTES TO P. begins : 142)." I Tfie sheep-keeping Syrian maid. I. The Resolve (p. a divine simplicity. sings at its An allusion swan first death. P. I. 1493.

She wyth her broder Lazare and her suster Martha possessed the castel of Magdalo. Herbert. Vaughan's brother. And her fader was named Sirus and her moder Eucharye. as there is in some . the date. and local iS". There is no internal evidence here. which are many. 3. " Rain. 234.] Dr. Who lov'd much." thou didst not anoint . Prtvi- Rain gently spends dence (p.NOTES TO noble VOL. and also a grete parte of Jherusalem. 46. do not hurt my flowers. I must be content to leave the matter open. Mary Magdalene is traditionally represented in sacred art with a wealth of flowing hair. but gently spend Your honey-drops. of his first wife. which is two myles fro Nazareth and Bethanye. globes. The Greek phrase used 3. Cf. The New Testament explained be a name. I." Spires. are forgiven. I drink). however. is variously translated. " My head with Revisers say that pistic may perhaps oil feet with ointment. the castel whiche is nygh to Jherusalem. S. xiv. The Rainbow. 236. Pistic nard. xii. John. [As TiMK ONB Day by me did ! pass. Her sins. and as "pure. P. 54). Mark. which inspired the similar of Silex Sciniillans {see note to p. woman hath anointed my say unto thee. It is also as "liquid" (ttiViu. 230. 313 her surname of Magdalo. faith). an^y curls and coy. of which we do not. vii. Luke. in J'. 47. He know connects them with the death.] [Fair and young light my Guide to Holy. 155) : his honey-drops. vapSou iriaTiic^s. but this I Wherefore P. Cf. a castell. Grosart urges that these two poems cannot be motived by the death ones in Part of I." "genuine " (ttiotij. for she loved much. With regard to As Time by me one day did pass. and so Vaughan seems to have taken it. P. and was borne of right lynage and parentes whiche were descended of the lynage of kynges.

" "holy. ch. . Childhood. And after death for cures " . rhubarb . dear flowers sweetly your time you spent. 124) characteristic note of : " Farewell. and Miss Morgan points out to me that gwyn. Fair and young Light. the parson useth damask or white roses for the one. where the Cf." It may be so. On the other hand. also Herbert's Country Parson. bolearraena. Medicinal. But " thee " and " thy " should have been printed with capitals in the text. that the subject is a man." or "blessed" in a religious sense. The Hidden Treasure. P. is a cure " . shepherd's purse. or for binding. cf. 23 apothecary useth either for loosing. In any case the second poem here. The word recurs constantly in Silex ScintillaTts. The thought is a favourite one of Herbert's . Fire-drakes. and Providence (p. will-o'-the-wisps. and plantain. the Welsh word for " white. 223) " What is : fairer than What is a rose ? sweeter? yet it purgeth. Cf. It will bear no other interpretation on a careful reading. 273. I do not feel sure with Dr. besides : his beauty. 247. Fit while ye lived for smell or ornament. and T^t£ Rose (p. and that with better success. 153) " A rose. although I admit that the "quite undress'd just now with thee " may at first sight mislead." for the other. ." : "So. but to the spiritual light spoken of in The Retreat (p." is used also "happy. is clearly written not to either wife or brother. is White designs. P. J of tha earlier poems.314 NOTES TO VOL. Grosart that the present poem is " laden with a weariness and desolation of anguish such as no brother's death could impose. 59). knot-grass. his Lije (p. p. It has been well said that whiteness the Vaughan's poetry. 249.

so bright. 215 It : " seems an easy thing to sing. The VOL.xt Mayhap one day Yet the day saj'. so cool. loi) " the earth and sky. ne. Righteousness. The Light of the World. cannot sing or The Day of Judgment." recalls also Holman Hunt's picture. Here. I. The bridal of And Sunday (p. The description of the as God's " knocking-time. again. the next world's bud. Y . in the poem quoted in the note to Tlie Day of JudgTnent (p. 267. 267). I. fruit of thb. but the third stanza of the present poem finds an echo in Verses. 72). 315 Night. There p. 114). 251. calls Sunday " Care's balm and bay. Care's clieck and curb. Anguish. poem those of Herbert's 116) : " Sweet day. most bright. not space in these notes to illustrate the relation fully. referred dewy Night on Sou-Days (p. 239. 256.NOTES TO P. So Herbert. 97). owes something Amongst modem to writers Christina Rossetti is Vaughan." O day most calm. to in the note mny sixth stanzas that of Herbert's be compared with the form of the fifth and poem on Prayer (p. so calm." P. Ode on the hnitations of ImmorVaughan's Retreat has been often discussed. this Compare with the opening of Virtue (p. VOL. We P. but tlie ^\xx(^y Character of Happy IVarrior owes at least as much to the present poem. The debt of Wordsworth's \\\% tality to P. which in its turn is modelled on Herbert's Constancy (p.

P. . Th' endorsement of supreme delight. 2S0. and did rise Not from the east." Queer is used in the provincial sense P. The Queer. and with His blood The couch of Time. and referred to in his and note thereon. 8 This poem appears to have been one Vaughan's sickness. Printers. To the Holy Bible. See p. 70 to 76. Woodfall & Kinder. How shall ive part ^ of those written in Preface. Long Acre. Miss Morgan informs me that the principal waterfall near Vaughan's home is that known as the Rhydgoch or Red Fall. Care's halm and bay. The Waterfall.3i6 NOTES TO VOL. 287. 284. with the 4th stanza The Feast. Cf. Sweet. but from Thy eyes.' . Writ by a friend." Crashaw's It P. I. Thy torch doth show the way. : " Hymn of the Nativity was Thy day.C. 274. of " puzzle. P. The week were dark but for thy light . W.

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