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A20871 Flovvres of Sion. By VVilliam Drummond of Hawthorne-denne. To which is adioyned his cypresse groue Drummond, William, 1585-1649. 1623 (1623) STC 7247; ESTC S105397 40,164 84

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life of all that liues Eternall Bountie which each good thing giues How could Death mounte so hie No wit this Point can reach Faith onely doth vs teach For vs Hee dyed at all who could not dye LIfe to giue life depriued is of Life And Death display'd hath Ensigne against Death So violent the Rigour was of Death That nought could daunte it but the Life of Life No Power had Pow'r to thrall Lifes Pow'rs to Death But willinglie Life downe hath layed Life Loue gaue the wound which wrought this worke of Death His Bow and Shafts were of the Tree of Life Now quakes the Author of eternall Death To finde that they whom earst he re●t of Life Shall fill his Roome aboue the listes of Death Now all rejoyce in Death who hope for Life Dead IESVS lyes who Death hath kill'd by Death No Tombe his Tombe is but new Source of Life RIse from those fragrant Climes thee now embrace Vnto this World of ours O haste thy Race Faire Sunne and though contrarie wayes all yeare Thou hold thy course now with the highest Spheare Ioyne thy blew Wheeles to hasten Time that lowres And lazie Minutes turne in perfect Houres The Night and Death too long a league haue made To stow the World in Horrors vglie shade Shake from thy Lockes a Day with saffron rayes So faire that it out-shine all other dayes And yet doe not presume great Eye of light To be that which this Day must make so bright See an eternall Sunne hastes to arise Not from the Easterne blushing Seas or Skies Or any stranger Worlds Heauens Concaues haue But from the Darknes of an hollow Graue And this is that all-powerfull Sunne aboue That crown'd thy Browes with Rayes first made thee moue Lights Trumpetters yee need not from your Bowres Proclaime this Day this the angelicke Powres Haue done for you But now an opall hew Bepaintes Heauens Christall to the longing view Earths late hid Colours glance Light doth adorne The World and weeping Ioy forth comes the Morne And with her as from a Lethargicke Transe Breath com'd againe that Bodie doth aduance Which two sad Nights in rocke lay coffin'd dead And with au iron Guard invironed Life out of Death Light out of Darkness● springs From a base Iaile forth comes the King of kings What late was mortall thrall'd to euerie woe That lackeyes life or vpon sense doth grow Immortall is of an eternall Stampe Farre brighter beaming than the morning Lampe So from a blacke Ecclipse out●peares the Sunne Such when a huge of Dayes haue on her runne In a farre Forest in the pearlie East And shee her selfe hath burnt and spicie Nest The lonlie Bird with youthfull Pennes and Combe Doth soare from out her Cradle and her Tombe So a small seed that in the Earth lies hidde And dies revi●ing burstes her cloddie Side Adorn'd with yellow Lockes of new is borne And doth become a Mother great with Corne Of Graines brings hundreths with it which when old Enrich the Furrowes with a Sea of Gold Haile holie Victor greatest Victor haile That Hell dost ra●sacke against Death preuaile O how thou long'd for comes with Iubeling cries The all-triumphing Palladines of Skies Salute thy rising Earth would Ioyes no more Beare if thou rising didst them not restore A sillie Tombe should not his Flesh enclose Who did Heauens trembling Tarasses dispose No Monument should such a Iewell hold No Rocke though Rubye Diamond and Gold Thou onelie pittie didst vs humane Race Bestowing on vs of thy free●giuen Grace More than wee forfaited and loosed first In Edens Rebell when wee were accurst Then Earth our portion was Earths Ioyes but giuen Earth and Earths Blisse thou hast exchang'd with Heauen O what a hight of good vpon vs streames From the great splendor of thy Bounties Beames When we deseru'd shame horrour flames of wrath Thou bled our wounds and suffer didst our Death But Fathers Iustice pleas'd Hell Death o'rcome In triumph now thou risest from thy Tombe With Glories which past Sorrowes contervaile Haile holy Victor greatest Victor haile Hence humble sense and hence yee Guides of sense Wee now reach Heauen your weake intelligence And searching Pow'rs were in a flash made dim To learne from all eternitie that him The Father bred then that hee heere did come His Bearers Parent in a Virgins Wombe But then when sold betray'd crown'd scourg'd with Thorne Naill'd to a Tree all breathlcsse bloodlesse torne Entomb'd him risen from a Graue to finde Confounds your Cunning turnes like Moles you blinde Death theu that heeretofore still barren wast Nay didst each other Birth eate vp and waste Imperious hatefull pittilesse vniust Vnpartiall equaller of all with dust Sterne Executioner of heau●nlie doome Made fruitfull now Lifes Mother art become A sweete reliefe of Cares the Soule molest An Harbenger to Glorie Peace and Rest Put off thy mourning Weedes yeeld all thy Gall To daylie sinning Life proud of thy fall Assemble thy Captiues bide all haste to rise And euerie Corse in earth-quakes where it lies Sound from each flowrie Graue and rockie Iaile Haile holy Victor greatest Victor haile The World that wa●ning late and faint did lie Applauding to our Ioyes thy Victorie To a yong Prime essayes to turne againe And as ere soyl'd with Sinne yet to remaine Her chilling Ag●es shee beginnes to misse All Blisse returning with the LORD of Blisse With greater light Heauens Temples opened shine Mornes smiling rise Euens blushing doe decline Cloudes dappled glister boistrous Windes are calme Soft Zephyres doe the Fields with sighes embalme In ammell blew the Sea hath ●usht his R●ares And with enamour'd Curles doth kisse the Shoares All-bearing Earth like a new-married Queene Her Beauties hightenes in a Gowne of Greene Perfumes the Aire her Meades are wrought with Flowres In colours various figures smelling powres Trees wantone in the Groues with leauie Lockes Her Hilles empampred stand The Vales the Rockes Ring peales of Ioy her Floods and pratling Brookes Starres liquid Mirrors with serpinting Crookes And whispering murmures sound vnto the Maine That Worlds pure Age returned is againe The honnye People leaue their golden B●wres And innocentlie pray on budding Flowres In gloomie Shades pearcht on the tender Sprayes The painted Singers fill the Aire with Layes Seas Floods Earth Aire all diuerslie doe sound Yet all their diuerse Notes hath but one ground Re-echoed heeredowne from Heauens azure Vaile Haile holy Victor greatest Victor haile O Day on which Deathes Adamantine Chaine The LORD did breake ransacking Satans Raigne And in triumphing Pompe his Trophees rear'd Be thou blest euer henceforth still endear'd With Name of his owne Day the Law to Grace Types to their substance yeeld to thee giue place The old New-Moones with all festiuall Dayes And what aboue the rest deserueth praise The reuerend Saboath what could else they bee Than golden Heraulds telling what by thee Wee should enjoy shades past now shine thou cleare And henceforth be thou Empresse of the yeare This
way That various in vertue changing light With his small flame impearles the vaile of Night Prince of this Court the Sunne in triumph rides With the Yeare Snake-like in her selfe that glides Times Dispensator faire life-giuing Source Through Skies twelue Postes as he doth runne his course Heart of this All of what is knowne to sence The likest to his Makers excellence In whose diurnall motion doth appeare A Shadow no true pourtrait of the Yeare The Moone moues lowest siluer Sunne of Night Dispersing through the World her borrow'd light Who in three formes her head abroad doth range And onlie constant is in constant Change Sad Queene of Silence I neere see thy Face To waxe or waine or shine with a full grace But straighi amaz'd on Man I thinke each Day His state who changeth or if hee find Stay It is in drearie anguish cares and paines And of his Labours Death is all the Gaines Immortall Monarch can so fond a Thought Lodge in my Brest as to trust thou first brought Heere in Earths shadie Cloister wretched Man To sucke the Aire of Woe to spend Lifes span Midst Sighes and Plaints a Stranger vnto Mirth To giue himselfe his Death rebucking Birth By sense and wit of Creatures made King By sense and wit to liue their Vnderling And what is worst haue Eaglets eyes to see His owne disgrace and know an high degree Of Blisse the Place if hee might thereto clime Aud not liue thralled to imperious Time Or dotard shall I so from Reason swerue To deeme those Lights which to our vse doe serue For thou dost not them need more noblie fram'd Than vs that know their course and haue them nam'd No I nee're thinke but wee did them surpasse As farre as they doe Asterismes of Glasse When thou vs made by Treason high defil'd Thrust from our first estate we liue ex●●d Wandring this Earth which is of Death the Lot Where he doth vse the Pow'r which he hath got Indifferent Vmpire vnto Clownes and Kings The supreame Monarch of all mortall things When first this flowrie Orbe was to vs giuen It but in place disvalu'd was to Heauen These Creatures which now our Soueraignes are And as to Rebelles doe denounce vs warre Then were our Vasselles no tumultuous Storme No Thunders Quakings did her Forme deforme The Seas in tumbling Mountaines did not roare But like moist Christall whispered on the Shoare No Snake did met her Meads nor ambusht lowre In azure Curles beneath the sweet-Spring Flowre The Night-shade Henbane Napell Aconite Her Bowelles then not bare with Death to smite Her guiltlesse Brood thy Messengers of Grace As their high Rounds did haunte this lower Place O Ioy of Ioyes with our first Parents Thou To commune then didst daigne as Friends doe now Against thee wee rebell'd and justlie thus Each Creature rebelled against vs Earth reft of what did chiefe in her excell To all became a Iaile to most a Hell In Times full Terme vntill thy Sonne was giuen Who Man with Thee Earth reconcil'd with Heauen Whole and entiere all in thy Selfe thou art All-where diffusd yet of this All no part For infinite in making this faire Frame Great without quantitie in all thou came And filling all how can thy State admit Or Place or Substance to be voide of it Were Worlds as many as the Rayes which streame From Dayes bright lamp or madding Wits do dreame They would not reele in nought nor wandring stray But draw to Thee who could their Centers stay Were but one houre this World disioyn'd from thee It in one houre to nought reduc'd should bee For it thy Shadow is and can they last If seuer'd from the Substances them cast O onlie blest and Author of all Blisse No Blisse it selfe that all-where wished is Efficient exemplarie finall Good Of thine owne Selfe but onlie vnderstood Light is thy Curtaine thou art Light of Light An euer-waking Eye still shining bright In-looking all exempt of passiue Powre And change in change since Deaths pale shade doth lowre All Times to thee are one that which hath runne And that which is not brought yet by the Sunne To thee are present who dost alwayss see In present act what past is or to bee Day-li●ers wee rememberance doe losse Of Ages worne so Miseries vs tosse Blinde and lethargicke of thy heauenlie Grace Which Sinne in our first Parents did deface And euen while Embryones curst by justest doome That wee neglect what gone is or to come But thou in thy great Archiues scrolled hast In partes and whole what euer yet hath past Since first the marble Wheeles of Time were roll'd As euer liuing neuer waxing old Still is the same thy Day and Yesterday An vndiuided Now a constant Ay. O King whose Greatnesse none can comprehend Whose boundlesse Goodnesse doth to all extend Light of all Beautie Ocean without ground That standing flowest giuing dost abound Rich Pallace and Endvveller euer blest Neuer not vvorking euer yet in Rest What vvit can not conceiue words say of Thee Heere where wee as but in a Mirrour see Shadowes of shadowes Atomes of thy Might Still owlie eyed when staring on thy Light Grant that released from this earthlie Iaile And fred of Cloudes which heere our Knowledge vaile In Heauens high Temples where thy Praises ring I may in sweeter Notes heare Angelles sing GReat GOD whom wee with humbled Thoughts adore Eternall Infinite Almightie King Whose Dwellings Heauen transcend whose Throne before Archangells serue and Seraphines doe sing Of nought who wrought all that with wondring Eies Wee doe behold within this various Round Who makes the Rockes to rocke to stand the Skies At whose command Cloudes peales of Thunder sound Ah! spare vs Wormes weigh not how wee alas Euill to our selues against thy Lawes rebell Wash off those spots which still in Conscience Glasse Though wee be loath to looke wee see too well Deseru'd Reuenge of doe not doe not take If thou reuenge vvhat shall abide thy Blovv Passe shall this World this VVorld vvhich tho● didst make Which should not perish till thy Trumpet blovv What Soule is found vvhom Parents Crime not staines Or vvhat vvith its ovvne Sinnes defyl'd is not Though Iustice Rigor threaten ah her Raines Let Mercie guide and neuer bee forgot Lesse are our Faults farre farre than is thy Loue O vvhat can better seeme thy Grace diuine Than they that plagues deserue thy Bounti● proue And where thou shovvre mayst Vengeance there to shine Then looke and pittye pittying forgiue Vs guiltie Slaues or Seruants novv in thrall Slaues if alas thou looke hovv vve doe liue Or doing ill or doing nought at all Of an vngratefull Minde a foule Effect But if thy Giftes vvhich largelie heeretofore Thou hast vpon vs povvr'd thou doe respect VVee are thy Seruants nay than Ser●ants more Thy Children yes and Children de●relie bought But vvhat strange Chance vs of this Lot 〈◊〉 Po●re vvorthles VVights hovv lovvlie are vvee brought VVhom Grace once Children made Sinne hath