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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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or Free Can Interdict us from those Joys That wait on thee The Law and Ceremonies made A glorious night Where Stars and Clouds both light and shade Had equal right But as in nature when the day Breaks night adjourns Stars shut up shop mists pack away And the Moon mourns So when the Sun of righteousness Did once appear That Scene was chang'd and a new dresse Left for us here Veiles became useles Altars fel Fires smoking die And all that sacred pomp and shel Of things did flie Then did he shine forth whose sad fall And bitter fights Were figur'd in those mystical And Cloudie Rites And as i' th' natural Sun these three Light motion heat So are now Faith Hope Charity Through him Compleat Faith spans up blisse what sin and death Put us quite from Lest we should run for 't out of breath Faith bring us home So that I need no more but say I do believe And my most loving Lord straitway doth answer Live The Dawning AH what time wilt thou come when shall that crie The Bridegroome 's Comming fil the sky Shall it in the Evening run When our words and works are done Or wil thy all-surprizing light Break at midnight When either sleep or some dark pleasure Possesseth mad man without measure Or shal these early fragrant hours Unlock thy bowres And with their blush of light descry Thy locks crown'd with eternitie Indeed it is the only time That with thy glory doth best chime All now are stirring ev'ry field Ful hymns doth yield The whole Creation shakes off night And for thy shadow looks the light Stars now vanish without number Sleepie Planets set and slumber The pursie Clouds disband and scatter All expect some sudden matter Not one beam triumphs but from far That morning-star O at what time soever thou Unknown to us the heavens wilt bow And with thy Angels in the Van Descend to Judge poor careless man Grant I may not like puddle lie In a Corrupt securitie Where if a traveller water crave He finds it dead and in a grave But as this restless vocall Spring All day and night doth run and sing And though here born yet is acquainted Elsewhere and flowing keeps untainted So let me all my busie age In thy free services ingage And though while here of force I must Have Commerce somtimes with poor dust And in my flesh though vile and low As this doth in her Channel flow Yet let my Course my aym my Love And chief acquaintance be above So when that day and hour shal come In which thy self wil be the Sun Thou 'lt find me drest and on my way Watching the Break of thy great day Admission HOw shril are silent tears when sin got head And all my Bowels turn'd To brasse and iron when my stock lay dead And all my powers mourn'd Then did these drops for Marble sweats And Rocks have tears As rain here at our windows beats Chide in thine Ears 2. No quiet couldst thou have nor didst thou wink And let thy Begger lie But e'r my eies could overflow their brink Didst to each drop reply Bowels of Love at what low rate And slight a price Dost thou relieve us at thy gate And stil our Cries 3. Wee are thy Infants and suck thee If thou But hide or turn thy face Because where thou art yet we cannot go We send tears to the place These find thee out and though our sins Drove thee away Yet with thy love that absence wins Us double pay 4. O give me then a thankful heart a heart After thy own not mine So after thine that all and ev'ry part Of mine may wait on thine O hear yet not my tears alone Hear now a floud A floud that drowns both tears and grones My Saviours bloud Praise KIng of Comforts King of life Thou hast cheer'd me And when fears and doubts were rife Thou hast cleer'd me Not a nook in all my Breast But thou fill'st it Not a thought that breaks my rest But thou kill'st it Wherefore with my utmost strength I wil praise thee And as thou giv'st line and length I wil raise thee Day and night not once a day I will blesse thee And my soul in new array I will dresse thee Not one minute in the year But I 'l mind thee As my seal and bracelet here I wil bind thee In thy word as if in heaven I wil rest me And thy promise ' til made even There shall feast me Then thy sayings all my life They shal please me And thy bloudy wounds and strife They wil ease me With thy grones my daily breath I will measure And my life hid in thy death I will treasure Though then thou art Past thought of heart All perfect fulness And canst no whit Accesse admit From dust and dulness Yet to thy name as not the same With thy bright Essence Our foul Clay hands At thy Commands Bring praise and Incense If then dread Lord When to thy board Thy wretch comes begging He hath a flowre Or to his pow'r Some such poor Off'ring When thou hast made Thy begger glad And fill'd his bosome Let him though poor Strow at thy door That one poor Blossome Dressing O Thou that lovest a pure and whitend soul That feedst among the Lillies 'till the day Break and the shadows flee touch with one Coal My frozen heart and with thy secret key Open my desolate rooms my gloomie Brest With thy cleer fire refine burning to dust These dark Confusions that within me nest And soyl thy Temple with a sinful rust Thou holy harmless undefil'd high-priest The perfect ful oblation for all sin Whose glorious conquest nothing can resist But even in babes doest triumph still and win Give to thy wretched one Thy mysticall Communion That absent he may see Live die and rise with thee Let him so follow here that in the end He may take thee as thou doest him intend Give him thy private seal Earnest and sign Thy gifts so deal That these forerunners here May make the future cleer Whatever thou dost bid let faith make good Bread for thy body and Wine for thy blood Give him with pitty love Two flowres that grew with thee above Love that shal not admit Anger for one short fit And pitty of such a divine extent That may thy members more than mine resent Give me my God! thy grace The beams and brightnes of thy face That never like a beast I take thy sacred feast Or the dread mysteries of thy blest bloud Use with like Custome as my Kitchin food Some sit to thee and eat Thy body as their Common meat O let not me do so Poor dust should ly still low Then kneel my soul and body kneel and bow If Saints and Angels fal down much more thou Easter-day THou whose sad heart and weeping head lyes low Whose Cloudy brest cold damps invade Who never feel'st the Sun nor smooth'st thy brow But sitt'st oppressed in the
faithfull grave Thus Lazarus was carried out of town For 't is our foes chief art By distance all good objects first to drown And then besiege the heart But I will be my own Deaths-head and though The flatt'rer say I live Because Incertainties we cannot know Be sure not to believe Peace MY Soul there is a Countrie Far beyond the stars Where stands a winged Centrie All skilfull in the wars There above noise and danger Sweet peace sits crown'd with smiles And one born in a Manger Commands the Beauteous files He is thy gracious friend And O my Soul awake Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake If thou canst get but thither There growes the flowre of peace The Rose that cannot wither Thy fortresse and thy ease Leave then thy foolish ranges For none can thee secure But one who never changes Thy God thy life thy Cure The Passion O My chief good My dear dear God! When thy blest bloud Did Issue forth forc'd by the Rod What pain didst thou Feel in each blow How didst thou weep And thy self steep In thy own precious saving teares What cruell smart Did teare thy heart How didst thou grone it In the spirit O thou whom my soul Loves and feares 2. Most blessed Vine Whose juice so good I feel as Wine But thy faire branches felt as bloud How wert thou prest To be my feast In what deep anguish Didst thou languish What springs of Sweat and bloud did drown thee How in one path Did the full wrath Of thy great Father Crowd and gather Doubling thy griefs when none would own thee 3. How did the weight Of all our sinnes And death unite To wrench and Rack thy blessed limbes How pale and bloudie Lookt thy Body How bruis'd and broke With every stroke How meek and patient was thy spirit How didst thou cry And grone on high Father forgive And let them live I dye to make my foes inherit 4. O blessed Lamb That took'st my sinne That took'st my shame How shall thy dust thy praises sing I would I were One hearty tear One constant spring Then would I bring Thee two small mites and be at strife Which should most vie My heart or eye Teaching my years In smiles and tears To weep to sing thy Death my Life Rom. Cap. 8. ver. 19. Etenim res Creatae exerto Capite observantes expectant revelationem Filiorum Dei ANd do they so have they a Sense Of ought but Influence Can they their heads lift and expect And grone too why th' Elect Can do no more my volumes sed They were all dull and dead They judg'd them senslesse and their state Wholly Inanimate Go go Seal up thy looks And burn thy books 2. I would I were a stone or tree Or flowre by pedigree Or some poor high-way herb or Spring To flow or bird to sing Then should I tyed to one sure state All day expect my date But I am sadly loose and stray A giddy blast each way O let me not thus range Thou canst not change 3. Sometimes I fit with thee and tarry An hour or so then vary Thy other Creatures in this Scene Thee only aym and mean Some rise to seek thee and with heads Erect peep from their beds Others whose birth is in the tomb And cannot quit the womb Sigh there and grone for thee Their liberty 4. O let not me do lesse shall they Watch while I sleep or play Shall I thy mercies still abuse With fancies friends or newes O brook it not thy bloud is mine And my soul should be thine O brook it not why wilt thou stop After whole showres one drop Sure thou wilt joy to see Thy sheep with thee The Relapse MY God how gracious art thou I had slipt Almost to hell And on the verge of that dark dreadful pit Did hear them yell But O thy love thy rich almighty love That sav'd my soul And checkt their furie when I saw them move And heard them howl O my sole Comfort take no more these wayes This hideous path And I wil mend my own without delayes Cease thou thy wrath I have deserv'd a thick Egyptian damp Dark as my deeds Should mist within me and put out that lamp Thy spirit feeds A darting Conscience full of stabs and fears No shade but Yewgh Sullen and sad Ecclipses Cloudie spheres These are my due But he that with his bloud a price too deere My scores did pay Bid me by vertue from him chalenge here The brightest day Sweet downie thoughts soft Lilly-shades Calm streams Joyes full and true Fresh spicie mornings and eternal beams These are his due The Resolve I Have consider'd it and find A longer stay Is but excus'd neglect To mind One path and stray Into another or to none Cannot be love When shal that traveller come home That will not move If thou wouldst thither linger not Catch at the place Tell youth and beauty they must rot They 'r but a Case Loose parcell'd hearts wil freeze The Sun With scatter'd locks Scarce warms but by contraction Can heat rocks Call in thy Powers run and reach Home with the light Be there before the shadows stretch And Span up night Follow the Cry no more there is An ancient way All strewed with flowres and happiness And fresh as May There turn and turn no more Let wits Smile at fair eies Or lips But who there weeping sits Hath got the Prize The Match DEar friend whose holy ever-living lines Have done much good To many and have checkt my blood My fierce wild blood that still heaves and inclines But is still tam'd By those bright fires which thee inflam'd Here I joyn hands and thrust my stubborn heart Into thy Deed There from no Duties to be freed And if hereafter youth or folly thwart And claim their share Here I renounce the pois'nous ware ii ACcept dread Lord the poor Oblation It is but poore Yet through thy Mercies may be more O thou that canst not wish my souls damnation Afford me life And save me from all inward strife Two Lifes I hold from thee my gracious Lord Both cost thee deer For one I am thy Tenant here The other the true life in the next world And endless is O let me still mind that in this To thee therefore my Thoughts Words Actions I do resign Thy will in all be done not mine Settle my house and shut out all distractions That may unknit My heart and thee planted in it Lord Jesu thou didst bow thy blessed head Upon a tree O do as much now unto me O hear and heal thy servant Lord strike dead All lusts in me Who onely wish life to serve thee Suffer no more this dust to overflow And drown my eies But seal or pin them to thy skies And let this grain which here in tears I sow Though dead and sick Through thy Increase grow new and quick Rules and Lessons WHen first thy Eies unveil give thy Soul