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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64747	Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...	Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.	1650 (1650)	Wing V125; ESTC R148	39,558	109

all That to it fall Nor are those births which we Thus suffering see Destroy'd at all But when times restles wave Their substance doth deprave And the more noble Essence finds his house Sickly and loose He ever young doth wing Unto that spring And source of spirits where he takes his lot Till time no more shall rot His passive Cottage which though laid aside Like some spruce Bride Shall one day rise and cloath'd with shining light All pure and bright Re-marry to the soule for 't is most plaine Thou only fal'st to be refin'd againe 3. Then I that here saw darkly in a glasse But mists and shadows passe And by their owne weake Shine did search the springs And Course of things Shall with Inlightned Rayes Peirce all their wayes And as thou saw'st I in a thought could goe To heav'n or Earth below To reade some Starre or Min'rall and in State There often sate So shalt thou then with me Both wing'd and free Rove in that mighty and eternall light Where no rude shade or night Shall dare approach us we shall there no more Watch stars or pore Through melancholly clouds and say Would it were Day One everlasting Saboth there shall runne Without Succession and without a Sunne Dan Cap 12. ver 13. But goe thou thy way untill the end be for thou shalt rest and stand up in thy lot at the end of the dayes Day of Judgement WHen through the North a fire shall rush And rowle into the East And like a firie torrent brush And sweepe up South and West When all shall streame and lighten round And with surprizing flames Both stars and Elements confound And quite blot out their names When thou shalt spend thy sacred store Of thunders in that heate And low as ere they lay before Thy six-dayes-buildings beate When like a scrowle the heavens shal passe And vanish cleane away And nought must stand of that vast space Which held up night and day When one lowd blast shall rend the deepe And from the wombe of earth Summon up all that are asleepe Unto a second birth When thou shalt make the Clouds thy seate And in the open aire The Quick and dead both small and great Must to thy barre repaire O then it wil be all too late To say what shall I doe Repentance there is out of date And so is mercy too Prepare prepare me then O God! And let me now begin To feele my loving fathers Rod Killing the man of sinne Give me O give me Crosses here Still more afflictions lend That pill though bitter is most deare That brings health in the end Lord God! I beg nor friends nor wealth But pray against them both Three things I 'de have my soules chief health And one of these seme loath A living FAITH a HEART of flesh The WORLD an Enemie This last will keepe the first two fresh And bring me where I 'de be 1 Pet. 4.7 Now the end of all things is at hand be you therefore sober and watching in prayer Religion MY God when I walke in those groves And leaves thy spirit doth still fan I see in each shade that there growes An Angell talking with a man Under a Juniper some house Or the coole Mirtles canopie Others beneath an Oakes greene boughs Or at some fountaines bubling Eye Here Jacob dreames and wrestles there Elias by a Raven is fed Another time by th' Angell where He brings him water with his bread In Abr'hams Tent the winged guests O how familiar then was heaven Eate drinke discourse sit downe and rest Untill the Coole and shady Even Nay thou thy selfe my God in fire Whirle-winds and Clouds and the soft voice Speak'st there so much that I admire We have no Conf'rence in these daies Is the truce broke or 'cause we have A mediatour now with thee Doest thou therefore old Treaties wave And by appeales from him decree Or is 't so as some green heads say That now all miracles must cease Though thou hast promis'd they should stay The tokens of the Church and peace No no Religion is a Spring That from some secret golden Mine Derives her birth and thence doth bring Cordials in every drop and Wine But in her long and hidden Course Passing through the Earths darke veines Growes still from better unto worse And both her taste and colour staines Then drilling on learnes to encrease False Ecchoes and Confused sounds And unawares doth often seize On veines of Sulphur under ground So poison'd breaks forth in some Clime And at first sight doth many please But drunk is puddle or meere slime And ' stead of Phisick a disease Just such a tainted sink we have Like that Samaritans dead Well Nor must we for the Kernell crave Because most voices like the shell Heale then these waters Lord or bring thy flock Since these are troubled to the springing rock Looke downe great Master of the feast O shine And turn once more our Water into Wine Cant. cap. 4. ver. 12. My sister my spouse is as a garden Inclosed as a Spring shut up and a fountain sealed up The Search 'T Is now cleare day I see a Rose Bud in the bright East and disclose The Pilgrim-Sunne all night have I Spent in a roving Extasie To find my Saviour I have been As far as Bethlem and have seen His Inne and Cradle Being there I met the Wise-men askt them where He might be found or what starre can Now point him out grown up a Man To Egypt hence I fled ran o're All her parcht bosome to Nile's shore Her yearly nurse came back enquir'd Amongst the Doctors and desir'd To see the Temple but was shown A little dust and for the Town A heap of ashes where some sed A small bright sparkle was a bed Which would one day beneath the pole Awake and then refine the whole Tyr'd here I come to Sychar thence To Jacobs wel bequeathed since Unto his sonnes where often they In those calme golden Evenings lay Watring their flocks and having spent Those white dayes drove home to the Tent Their well-fleec'd traine And here O fate I sit where once my Saviour sate The angry Spring in bubbles swell'd Which broke in sighes still as they fill'd And whisper'd Jesus had been there But Jacobs children would not heare Loath hence to part at last I rise But with the fountain in my Eyes And here a fresh search is decreed He must be found where he did bleed I walke the garden and there see Idaea's of his Agonie And moving anguishments that set His blest face in a bloudy sweat I climb'd the Hill perus'd the Crosse Hung with my gaine and his great losse Never did tree beare fruit like this Balsam of Soules the bodyes blisse But O his grave where I saw lent For he had none a Monument An undefil'd and new-heaw'd one But there was not the Corner-stone Sure then said I my Quest is vaine Hee 'le not be found where he was