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Divine poems by Edward Waller Esq.; Poems. Selections
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Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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it do's but sojourn here He that alone would wise and mighty be Commands that others Love as well as he Love as he Lov'd how can we soare so high He can add wings when he commands to fly Nor should we be with this command dismay'd He that example gives will give his aid For he took flesh that where his Precepts fail His practice as a pattern may prevail His love at once and Dread instructs our thought As man he suffer'd and as God he taught Will for the deed he takes we may with ease Obedient be for if we Love we please Weak thô we are to Love is no hard task And Love for Love is all that Heav'n do's ask Love that would all men just and temperate make Kind to themselves and others for his sake T is with our minds as with a fertile ground Wanting this Love they must with Weeds abound Unruly Passions whose effects are worse Than Thorns and Thistles springing from the curse CANTO IV. TO Glory man or misery is born Of his proud foe the Envy or the scorn Wretched he is or happy in extreme Base in himself but great in Heav'ns esteem With Love of all created things the best Without it more pernitious than the rest For greedy Wolves unguarded Sheep devour But while their hunger lasts and then give or'e Man 's boundless Avarice his want exceeds And on his Neighbours round about him feeds His Pride and vain Ambition are so vast That Deluge-like they lay whole Nations wast Debauches and Excess thô with less noise As great a portion of Mankind destroys The Beasts and Monsters Hercules opprest Might in that Age some Provinces infest These more destructive Monsters are the bane Of ev'ry Age and in all Nations reign But soon would vanish if the World were blest With Sacred Love by which they are represt Impendent death and guilt that threatens Hell Are dreadful guests which here with mortals dwel And a vext Conscience mingling with their Joy Thoughts of despair do's their whole life annoy But Love appearing all those Terrours fly We live contented and contended dye They in whose brest this sacred Love has place Death as a passage to their Joy embrace Clouds and thick vapours which obscure the day The Suns Victorious beams may chase away Those which our life corrupt and darken Love The Nobler Star must from the Soul remove Spots are observ'd in that which bounds the year This brighter Sun moves in a boundless Sphear Of Heav'n the Joy the Glory and the Light Shines among Angels and admits no night CANTO V. THis Iron Age so fraudulent and bold Toucht with this Love would be an Age of Gold Not as they fain'd that Oaks should hony drop Or land neglected bear an unsown Crop Love would make all things easy safe and cheap None for himself would either sow or reap Our ready help and Mutual Love would yeild A nobler Harvest than the richest Field Famine and Dearth confin'd to certain parts Extended are by barrenness of hearts Some pine for want where others surfeit now But then we should the use of plenty know Love would betwixt the rich and needy stand And spread Heav'ns bounty with an equal hand At once the givers and receivers bless Encrease their Joy and make their sufferings less Who for himself no miracle would make Dispens'd with nature for the peoples sake He that long fasting would no wonder show Made Loaves and Fishes as they eat them grow Of all his Power which boundless was above Here he us'd none but to express his Love And such a Love would make our Joy exceed Not when our own but other mouths we feed Laws would be useless which rude nature awe Love changing nature would prevent the Law Tygers and Lyons into Dens we thrust But milder Creatures with their freedom trust Divels are Chain'd and tremble but the spouse No force but Love nor bond but bounty knows Men whom we now so fierce and daing'rous see Would Guardian Angels to each other be Such wonders can this mighty Love perform Vultures to Doves Wolves into Lambs transform Love what Isaiah prophecy'd can do Exalt the Valleys lay the Mountains low Humble the Lofty the dejected raise Smooth and make strait our rough and crooked ways Love strong as death and like it levels all With that possest the great in Title fall Themselves esteem but equal to the least Whom Heav'n with that high Character has blest This Love the Center of our union can Alone bestow compleat repose on man Tame his wild Appetite make inward peace And forrein strife among the Nations cease No Martial Trumpet should disturb our rest Nor Princes arm thô to subdue the East Where for the Tomb so many Hero's taught By those that guided their Devotion faught Thrice Happy we could we like Ardor have To gain his Love as they to win his Grave Love as he Lov'd a Love so unconfin'd With arms extended would embrace Mankind Self Love would cease or be dilated when We should behold as many selfs as men All of one family in blood ally'd His precious blood that for our ransome dy'd CANTO VI. THô the Creation so divinely taught Prints such a lively Image in our thought That the first spark of new Created light From Chaos struck affects our present sight Yet the first Christians did Esteem more blest The day of rising than the day of rest That ev'ry week might new occasion give To make his Triumph in their memory live Then let our Muse compose a Sacred Charm To keep his blood among us ever warm And Singing as the Blessed do above With our last breath dilate this flame of Love But on so vast a subject who can find Words that may reach th' Ideas of his mind Our Language fails or if it could supply What Mortal Thought can raise it self so high Despairing here we might abandon Art And only hope to have it in our heart But though we find this Sacred Task too hard Yet the Design th' endeavour brings Reward The Contemplation does suspend our Woe And makes a Truce with all the Ills we know As Saul's afflicted Spirit from the sound Of David's Harp a present Solace found So on this Theame while we our Muse engage 〈◊〉 Wounds are felt of Fortune or of Age 〈◊〉 â—…e Love to Meditate is Peace 〈◊〉 makes all care of meaner things to cease Amaz'd at once and comforted to find A boundless Pow'r so infinitely kind The Soul contending to that light to fly From â—…er dark Cell we practice how to dye Imploying thus the Poets winged Art To reach this Love and grave it in our heart Joy so compleat so solid and severe Would leave no place for meaner Pleasures there Pale they would look as Stars that must be gone When from the East the Rising Sun comes on Floriferis ut Apes in saltibus omnia libant Sic nos Scripturae depascimur aurea dicta Aurea perpetuâ semper dignissima