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Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...
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Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.
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a showr Beats them quite off and in an hour Not one poor shoot But the bare root Hid under ground survives the fall Alas frail weed 3. Thus like some sleeping Exhalation Which wak'd by heat and beams makes up Unto that Comforter the Sun And soars and shines But e'r we sup And walk two steps Cool'd by the damps of night descends And whence it sprung there ends Doth my weak fire Pine and retire And after all my hight of flames In sickly Expirations tames Leaving me dead On my first bed Untill thy Sun again ascends Poor falling Star 4. O is but give wings to my fire And hatch my soul untill it fly Up where thou art amongst thy tire Of Stars above Infirmity Let not perverse And foolish thoughts adde to my Bil Of forward sins and Kil That seed which thou In me didst sow But dresse and water with thy grace Together with the seed the place And for his sake Who died to stake His life for mine tune to thy will My heart my verse Hosea Cap. 6. ver. 4. O Ephraim what shall I do unto thee O Iudah how shall I intreat thee for thy goodness is as a morning Cloud and as the early Dew it goeth away Idle Verse GO go queint folies sugred sin Shadow no more my door I will no longer Cobwebs spin I 'm too much on the score For since amidst my youth and night My great preserver smiles Wee 'l make a Match my only light And Joyn against their wiles Blind desp'rate fits that study how To dresse and trim our shame That gild rank poyson and allow Vice in a fairer name The Purles of youthfull bloud and bowles Lust in the Robes of Love The idle talk of feav'rish souls Sick with a scarf or glove Let it suffice my warmer days Simper'd and shin'd on you Twist not my Cypresse with your Bays Or Roses with my Yewgh Go go seek out some greener thing It snows and freezeth here Let Nightingales attend the spring Winter is all my year Son-dayes BRight shadows of true Rest some shoots of blisse Heaven once a week The next worlds gladnes prepossest in this A day to seek Eternity in time the steps by which We Climb above all ages Lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days and the rich And full redemption of the whole weeks flight 2. The Pulleys unto headlong man times bower The narrow way Transplanted Paradise Gods walking houre The Cool o' th' day The Creatures Jubile Gods parle with dust Heaven here Man on those hills of Myrrh and flowres Angels descending the Returns of Trust A Gleam of glory after six-days-showres 3. The Churches love-feasts Times Prerogative And Interest Deducted from the whole The Combs and hive And home of rest The milky way Chalkt out with Suns a Clue That guides through erring hours and in full story A taste of Heav'n on earth the pledge and Cue Of a full feast And the Out Courts of glory Repentance LOrd since thou didst in this vile Clay That sacred Ray Thy spirit plant quickning the whole With that one grains Infused wealth My forward flest creept on and subtly stole Both growth and power Checking the health And heat of thine That little gate And narrow way by which to thee The Passage is He term'd a grate And Entrance to Captivitie Thy laws but nets where some small birds And those but seldome too were caught Thy Promises but empty words Which none but Children heard or taught This I believed And though a friend Came oft from far and whisper'd No Yet that not sorting to my end I wholy listen'd to my foe Wherefore pierc'd through with grief my sad Seduced soul sighs up to thee To thee who with true light art Clad And seest all things just as they be Look from thy throne upon this Rowl Of heavy sins my high transgressions Which I Confesse withall my soul My God Accept of my Confession It was last day Touch'd with the guilt of my own way I sate alone and taking up The bitter Cup Through all thy fair and various store Sought out what might outvie my score The blades of grasse thy Creatures feeding The trees their leafs the flowres their seeding The Dust of which I am a part The Stones much softer than my heart The drops of rain the sighs of wind The Stars to which I am stark blind The Dew thy herbs drink up by night The beams they warm them at l'th' light All that have signature or life I summon'd to decide this strife And lest I should lack for Arrears A spring ran by I told her tears But when these came unto the scale My sins alone outweigh'd them all O my dear God! my life my love Most blessed lamb and mildest dove Forgive your penitent Offender And no more his sins remember Scatter these shades of death and give Light to my soul that it may live Cut me not off for my transgressions Wilful rebellions and suppressions But give them in those streams a part Whose spring is in my Saviours heart Lord I confesse the heynous score And pray I may do so no more Though then all sinners I exceed O think on this Thy Son did bleed O call to mind his wounds his woes His Agony and bloudy throws Then look on all that thou hast made And mark how they do fail and fade The heavens themselves though fair and bright Are dark and unclean in thy sight How then with thee Can man be holy Who doest thine Angels charge with folly O what am I that I should breed Figs on a thorne flowres on a weed I am the gourd of sin and sorrow Growing o'r night and gone to morrow In all this Round of life and death Nothing 's more vile than is my breath Profanenes on my tongue doth rest Defects and darknes in my brest Pollutions all my body wed And even my soul to thee is dead Only in him on whom I feast Both soul and body are well drest His pure perfection quits all score And fills the Boxes of his poor He is the Center of long life and light I am but finite He is Infinite O let thy Justice then in him Confine And through his merits make thy mercy mine The BURIAL Of an Infant BLest Infant Bud whose Blossome-life Did only look about and fal Wearyed out in a harmles strife Of tears and milk the food of all Sweetly didst thou expire Thy soul Flew home unstain'd by his new kin For ere thou knew'st how to be foul Death wean'd thee from the world and sin Softly rest all thy Virgin-Crums Lapt in the sweets of thy young breath Expecting till thy Saviour Comes To dresse them and unswadle death Faith BRight and blest beame whose strong projection Equall to all Reacheth as well things of dejection As th' high and tall How hath my God by raying thee Inlarg'd his spouse And of a private familie Made open house All may be now Co-heirs no noise Of Bond