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Flovvres of Sion. By VVilliam Drummond of Hawthorne-denne. To which is adioyned his cypresse groue
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Drummond, William, 1585-1649.
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1623
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more harmlesse found and milde His food was Locusts and what there doth spring With Hony that from virgine Hiâ—es distill'd Parcht Bodie hollow Eyes some vncouth thing Made him appeare long since from Earth exilde There burst he foorth All yee whose Hopes relye On GOD with mee amidst these Desarts 〈◊〉 Repent repent and from olde errours tuâ—ne Who listned to his voyce obey'd his cry Onely the Ecchoes which hee made relent Rung from their flintie Caues repent repent THese Eyes deare Lord once Brandons of Desire Fraile Scoutes betraying what they had to keepe Which their owne heart then others set on fire Their traitrous blacke before thee heere out weepe These Lockes of blushing deeds the gilt attire Waues curling wrackefull shelfes to shadow deepe Rings wedding Soules to Sinnes lethargicke sleepe To touch thy sacred Feet doe now aspire In Seas of care behold a sinking Barke By windes of sharpe Remorse vnto thee driuen O let me not expos'd be Ruines marke My faults confest LORD say they are forgiuen Thus sigh'd to TESVS the Bethanian faire His teare-wet Feet still drying with her Haire I Countries chang'd new pleasures out to finde But ah for pleasure new I sound new paine Enchanting Pleasure so did Reason blind That Fathers loue and words I scorn'd as vaine For Tables rich for bed for following traine Of carefull seruants to obserue my Minde These Heards I keepe my fellowes are assign'd Rocke is my Bed and Herbes my Life sustaine Now while I famine feele feare worser harmes Father and Lord I turne thy Loue yet great My faults will pardon pittie mine estate This where an aged Oake had spred its Armes Thought the lost Childe while as the Heardes he led Not farre off on the ackornes wilde them fed IF that the World doth in amaze remaine To heare in what a sad deploring mood The Pelican powres from her brest her Blood To bring to life her yonglings backe againe How should wee wonder of that soueraigne Good Who from that Serpents sting that had vs slaine To saue our lifes shed his Lifes purple flood And turn'd in endlesse Ioy our endlesse Paine Vngratefull Soule that charm'd with false Delight Hast long long wander'd in Sinnes flowrie Path And didst not thinke at all or thoughtst not right On this thy Pelicanes great Loue and Death Heere pause and let though Earth it scorne Heauen see Thee powre foorth teares to him powr'd Blood for thee IF vhen farre in the East yee doe behold Forth from his Christall Bed the Sunne to rise With rosie Robes and Crowne of flaming Gold If gazing on that Empresse of the Skies That takes so many formes and those faire Brands Which blaze in Heauens high Vault Nights watchfull eyes If seeing how the Seas tumultuous Bands Of bellowing Billowes haue their course confin'd How vnsustain'd the Earth still steadfast stands Poore mortall Wights yee e're found in your Minde A thought that some great King did sit aboue Who had such Lawes and Rites to them assign'd A King who fix'd the Poles made Spheares to moue All Wisedome Purenesse Excellencie Might All Goodnesse Greatnesse Iustice Beautie Loue With feare and wonder hither turne your Sight See see alas Him now not in that State Thought could fore-cast Him into Reasons light Now Eyes with teares now Hearts with griefe make great Bemoane this cruell Death and drearie case If euer Plaints iust Wâ—e could aggrauate From Sinne and Hell to saue vs humaine Race See this great King naill'd to an abiect Tree An obiect of reproach and sad disgrace O vnheard Pittie Loue in strange degree Hee his owne Life doth giue his Blood doth shed â—or Wormelings base such Worthinesse to see Poore Wights behold His Visage pale as Lead His Head bow'd to His Brest Lockes sadlie rent Like a cropt Rose that languishing doth fade Weake Nature weepe astonish'd World lament Lamâ—nt you Windes you Heauen that all containes And thou my Soule let nought thy Griefes relent Those Hands those sacred Hands which hold the râ—ines Of this great All and kept from mutuall warres The Elements beare rent for thee their Vaines Those Feete which once must trade on golden Starres For thee with Nailes would bee pierc'd through and â—orne For thee Heauens King from Heauen himselfe â—ebarres This great heart-quaking Dolour waile and mourne Yee that long since Him saw by might of Faith Yee now that are and yee yet to bee borne Not to behold his great Creators Death The Sunne from sinfull eyes hath vail'd his light And faintlieâ—journeyes vp Heaâ—ens saphyre Path And cutting from her Browes her Tresses bright The Moone doth keepe her Lords sad Obseqâ—ies Impearling with her Teares this Robe of Night All staggering and lazie lowre the Skies The Earth and elementall Stages quake The long since dead from bursted Graues arise And can things wanting sense yet sorrow take And beare a Part with him who all them wrought And Man though borne with cryes shall pittie lacke Thinke what had beene your state had hee not brought To these sharpe Pangs himselfe and priz'd so hie Your Soules that with his Life them life hee bought What woes doe you attend if still yee lye Plung'd in your wonted ordures wreâ—ched Brood Shall for your sake againe GOD euer die O leaue deluding shewes embrace true good Hee on you calles forgoe Sinnes shamefull trade With Prayers now seeke Heauen and not with Blood Let not the Lambes more from their Dames bee had Nor Alâ—â—rs blush for sinne liue euery thing That long time long'd for sacrifice is made All that is from you crau'd by this great King Is to beleeue a pure Heart Incense is What gift alas can wee him meaner bring Haste sinne-sicke Soules this season doe doe not misse Now while remorselesse Time doth grant you space And GOD invites you to your onlie Blisse Hee wâ—â— you calles will not denie you Grace But low-deepe burrie faults so yee repent His Armes loe stretched are you to embrace When Dayes are done and Lifes small sparke is spent So yee accept what freelie heere is giuen Like brood of Angels deathlesse all-content Yee shall for euer liue with him in Heauen COme forth come forth yee blest triumphing Bands Faire Citizens of that immortall Towne Come see that King which all this All commands Now ouercharg'd with Loue die for his owne Looke on those Nailes which pierce his Feete and Hands What a sharpe Diademe his Browes doth crowne Behold his pallid Face his Eyes which sowne And what a throng of Theeues him mocking stands Come forth yee empyrean Troupes come forth Preserue this sacred Blood that Earth adornes Gather those liquid Roses off his Thornes O! to bee loost they bee of too much worth For Streams 1 Iuice 2 Balm 3 they are which queÌ„ch 1 kils 2 charms 3 Of GOD 1 Death 2 Hell 3 the wrath 1 the life 2 the harmes3. SOule which to Hell wast thrall Hee Hee for thine offence Did suffer Death who could not die at all O soueraigne Excellence O