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A80774	Carmen Deo nostro, te decet hymnus sacred poems, / collected, corrected, augmented, most humbly presented. To my Lady the Countesse of Denbigh by her most deuoted seruant. R.C. In heaty [sic] acknowledgment of his immortall obligation to her goodnes & charity.	Crashaw, Richard, 1613?-1649.	1652 (1652)	Wing C6830; Thomason E1598_1; ESTC R208867	38,932	139

wise SOVLES who in the wealthy Brest Of This vnbounded NAME build your warm Nest Awake MY glory SOVL if such thou be And That fair WORD at all referr to Thee Awake sing And be All VVing Bring hither thy whole SELF let me see What of thy Parent HEAVN yet speakes in thee O thou art Poore Of noble POWRES I see And full of nothing else but empty ME Narrow low infinitely lesse Then this GREAT mornings mighty Busynes One little WORLD or two Alas will neuer doe We must haue store Goe SOVL out of thy Self seek for More Goe request Great NATVRE for the KEY of her huge Chest Of Heauns the self inuoluing Sett of Sphears Which dull mortality more Feeles then heares Then rouse the nest Of nimble ART trauerse round The Aiery Shop of soul-appeasing Sound And beat a summons in the Same All-soueraign Name To warn each seuerall kind And shape of sweetnes Be they such As sigh with supple wind Or answer Artfull Touch That they conuene come away To wait at the loue-crowned Doores of Thas Illustrious DAY Shall we dare This my Soul we 'l doe 't and bring No Other note for 't but the Name we sing Wake LVTE HARP And euery sweet-lipp't Thing That talkes with tunefull string Start into life And leap with me Into a hasty Fitt-tun'd Harmony Nor must you think it much T' obey my bolder touch I haue Authority in LOVE's name to take you And to the worke of Loue this morning wake you Wake In the Name Of HIM who neuer sleeps All Things that Are Or what 's the same Are Musicall Answer my Call And come along Help me to meditate mine Immortall Song Come ye soft ministers of sweet sad mirth Bring All your houshold stuffe of Heaun on earth O you my Soul's most certain Wings Complaining Pipes prattling Strings Bring All the store Of SWEETS you haue And murmur that you haue no more Come nére to part NATVRE ART Come come strong To the conspiracy of our Spatious song Bring All the Powres of Praise Your Prouinces of well-vnited WORLDS can raise Bring All yours LVTES HARPS of HEAVN EARTH What ére cooperates to The common mirthe Vessells of vocall Ioyes Or You more noble Architects of Intellectuall Noise Cymballs of Heau'n or Humane sphears Solliciters of SOVLES or EARES And when you' are come with All That you can bring or we can call O may you fix For euer here mix Your selues into the long And euerlasting series of a deathlesse SONG Mix All your many WORLDS Aboue And loose them into ONE of Loue Chear thee my HEART For Thou too hast thy Part And Place in the Great Throng Of This vnbounded All-imbracing SONG Powres of my Soul be Proud And speake lowd To All the dear-bought Nations This Redeeming Name And in the wealth of one Rich WORD proclaim New Similes to Nature May it be no wrong Blest Heauns to you your Superiour song That we dark Sons of Dust Sorrow A while Dare borrow The Name of Your Dilights our Desires And fitt it to so farr inferior LYRES Our Murmurs haue their Musick too Ye mighty ORBES as well as you Nor yeilds the noblest Nest Of warbling SERAPHIM to the eares of Loue A choicer Lesson then the ioyfull BREST Of a poor panting Turtle-Doue And we low Wormes haue leaue to doe The Same bright Busynes ye Third HEAVENS with you Gentle SPIRITS doe not complain We will haue care To keep it fair And send it back to you again Come louely NAME Appeare from forth the Bright Regions of peacefull Light Look from thine own Illustrious Home Fair KING of NAMES come Leaue All thy natiue Glories in their Georgeous Nest And giue thy Self a while The gracious Guest Of humble Soules that seek to find The hidden Sweets Which man's heart meets When Thou art Master of the Mind Come Iouely Name life of our hope Lo we hold our HEARTS wide ope Vnlock thy Cabinet of DAY Dearest Sweet come away Lo how the thirsty Lands Gasp for thy Golden Showres with longstretch't Hands Lo how the laboring EARTH That hopes to be All Heauen by THEE Leapes at thy Birth The'attending WORLD to wait thy Rise First turn'd to eyes And then not knowing what to doe Turn'd Them to TEARES spent Them too Come ROYALL Name pay the expence Of All this Pretious Patience O come away And kill the DEATH of This Delay O see so many WORLDS of barren yeares Melted measur'd out in Seas of TEARES O see The WEARY liddes of wakefull Hope LOVE's Eastern windowes All wide ope With Curtains drawn To catch The Day-break of Thy DAWN O dawn at last long look't for Day Take thine own wings come away Lo where Aloft it comes It comes Among The Conduct of Adoring SPIRITS that throng Like diligent Bees And swarm about it O they are wise And know what SWEETES are suck't from out it It is the Hiue By which they thriue Where All their Hoard of Hony lyes Lo where it comes vpon The snowy DOVE's Soft Back And brings a Bosom big with Loues WELCOME to our dark world Thou Womb of Day Vnfold thy fair Conceptions And display The Birth of our Bright Ioyes O thou compacted Body of Blessings spirit of Soules extracted O dissipate thy spicy Powres Clowd of condensed sweets break vpon vs In balmy showrs O fill our senses And take from vs All force of so Prophane a Fallacy To think ought sweet but that which smells of Thee Fair flowry Name In none but Thee And Thy Nectareall Fragrancy Hourly there meetes An vniuersall SYNOD of All sweets By whom it is defined Thus That no Perfume For euer shall presume To passe for Odoriferous But such alone whose sacred Pedigree Can proue it Self some kin sweet name to Thee SWEET NAME in Thy each Syllable A Thousand Blest ARABIAS dwell A Thousand Hills of Frankincense Mountains of myrrh Beds of species And ten Thousand PARADISES The soul that tasts thee takes from thence How many vnknown WORLDS there are Of Comforts which Thou hast in keeping How many Thousand Mercyes there In Pitty 's soft lap ly a sleeping Happy he who has the art To awake them And to take them Home lodge them in his HEART O that it were as it was wont to be When thy old Freinds of Fire All full of Thee Fought against Frowns with smiles gaue Glorious chase To Persecutions And against the Face Of DEATH feircest Dangers durst with Braue And sober pace march on to meet A GRAVE On their Bold BRESTS about the world they bore thee And to the Teeth of Hell stood vp to teach thee In Center of their inmost Soules they wore thee Where Rackes Torments striu'd in vain to reach thee Little alas thought They Who tore the Fair Brests of thy Freinds Their Fury but made way For Thee And seru'd them in Thy glorious ends

one soft Brest While with a faithfull mutuall floud Her eyes bleed TEARES his wounds weep BLOOD III. O costly intercourse Of deaths worse Diuided loues While son mother Discourse alternate wounds to one another Quick Deaths that grow And gather as they come goe His Nailes write swords in her which soon her heart Payes back with more then their own smart Her SWORDS still growingt with his pain Turn SPEARES straight come home again IV. She sees her son her GOD Bow with à load Of borrowd sins And swimme In woes that were not made for Him Ah hard command Of loue Here must she stand Charg'd to look on with à stedfast ey See her life dy Leauing her only so much Breath As serues to keep aliue her death V. O Mother turtle-doue Soft sourse of loue That these dry lidds might borrow Somthing from thy full Seas of sorrow O in that brest Of thine the nobest nest Both of loue's fires flouds might I recline This hard cold Heart of mine The chill lump would relent proue Soft subject for the seige of loue VI O teach those wounds to bleed In me me so to read This book of loues thus writ In lines of death my life may coppy it With loyall cares O let me here claim shares Yeild somthing in thy sad praerogatiue Great Queen of greifes giue Me too my teares who though all stone Think much that thou shouldst mourn alone VII Yea let my life me Fix here with thee And at the Humble foot Of this fair TREE take our etertall root That so we may At least be in loues way And in these chast warres while the wing'd wounds flee So fast'twixt him thee My brest may catch the kisse of some kind dart Though as at second hand from either heart VIII O you your own best Darts Dear dolefull hearts Hail strike home make me see That wounded bosomes their own weapons be Come wounds come darts Nail'd hands peirced hearts Come your whole selues sorrow's great son mother Nor grudge à vonger-Brother Of greifes his portion who had all their due One single wound should not haue left for you IX Shall I sett there So deep a share Dear wounds onely now In sorrows draw no Diuidend with you O be more wise Is not more soft mine eyes Flow tardy founts into decent showres Dissolue my Dayes Howres And if thou yet faint soul deferr To bleed with him fail not to weep with her X. Rich Queen lend some releife At least an almes of greif To'a heart who by sad right of sin Could proue the whole sūme too sure due to him By all those stings Of loue sweet bitter things Which these torn hands transcrib'd on thy true heart O teach mine too the art To study him so till we mix Wounds and become one crucifix XI O let me suck the wine So long of this chast vine Till drunk of the dear wounds I be A lost Thing to the world as it to me O faithfull freind Of me of my end Fold vp my life in loue and lay 't beneath My dear lord's vitall death Lo heart thy hope 's whole Plea Her pretious Breath Powr'd out in prayrs for thee thy lord 's in death VPON THE BLEEDING CRVCIFIX A SONG I. IEsu no more It is full tide From thy head from thy feet From thy hands from thy side All the purple Riuers meet II. What need thy fair head bear a part In showres as if thine eyes had none What need They help to drown thy heart That striues in torrents of it's own III. Thy restlesse feet now cannot goe For vs our eternall good As they were euer wont What though They swimme Alas in their own floud IV. Thy hands to giue thou canst not lift Yet will thy hand still giuing be It giues but ô it self 's the gift It giues though bound though bound'tis free V. But ô thy side thy deep-digg'd side That hath a double Nilus going Nor euer was the pharian tide Half so fruitfull half so flowing VI No hair so small but payes his riuer To this red sea of thy blood Their little channells can deliuer Somthing to the Generall floud VII But while I speak whither are run All the riuers nam'd before I counted wrong There is but one But ô that one is one all ore VIII Rain-swoln riuers may rise proud Bent all to drown ouerflow But when indeed all 's ouerflow'd They themselues are drowned too IX This thy blood's deluge a dire chance Dear LORD to thee to vs is found A deluge of Deliuerance A deluge least we should be drown'd N'ere wast thou in a sense so sadly true The WELL of liuing WATERS Lord till now VPON THE CROWNE OF THORNS TAKEN DOWNE From the head of our Bl. LORD all Bloody KNow'st thou This Souldier 'T is à much-chang'd plant which yet Thy selfe didst sett O who so hard a Husbandman did euer find A soile so kind Is not the soile a kind one which returnes Roses for Thrones VPON THE BODY OF OVR BL. LORD NAKED AND BLOODY THey ' haue left thee naked LORD O that they had This garment too I would they had deny'd Thee with thy self they haue too richly clad Opening the purple wardrobe in thy side O neuer could there be garment too good For thee to wear But this of thine own Blood THE HYMN OF SANITE THOMAS IN ADORATION OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT Ecce panis angelorū ADORO TE WIth all the powres my poor Heart hath Of humble loue loyall Faith Thus lowe my hidden life I bow to thee Whom too much loue hath bow'd more low for me Down down proud sense Discourses dy Keep close my soul 's inquiring ey Nor touch nor tast must look for more But each sitt still in his own Dore Your ports are all superfluous here Saue That which lets in faith the eare Faith is my skill Faith can beleiue As fast as loue new lawes can giue Faith is my force Faith strength affords To keep pace with those powrfull words And words more sure more sweet then they Loue could not think truth could not say O let thy wretch find that releife Thou didst afford the faithfull theife Plead for me loue Alleage show That faith has farther here to goe And lesse to lean on Because than Though hidd as GOD wounds writt thee man Thomas might touch None but might see At least the suffring side of thee And that too was thy self which thee did couer But here eu'n That 's hid too which hides the other Sweet consider then that I Though allow'd not hand nor eye To reach at thy lou'd Face nor can Tast thee GOD or touch thee MAN Both yet beleiue And wittnesse thee My LORD too my GOD as lowd as He. Help lord my Hope increase And fill my portion in thy peace Giue loue for life nor let my dayes Grow but in new

Thou couldst not so vnkindly err To show vs This faint shade for HER Why man this speakes pure mortall frame And mockes with female FROST loue's manly flame One would suspect thou meant'st to print Some weak inferiour woman saint But had thy pale-fac't purple took Fire from the burning checks of that bright Booke Thou wouldst on her haue heap't vp all That could be found SERAPHICALL What e're this youth of fire weares fair Rosy fingers radiant hair Glowing cheek glistering wings All those fair flagrant things But before all that fiery DART Had fill'd the Hand of this great HEART Doe then as equall right requires Since HIS the blushes be her 's the fires Resume rectify thy rude design Vndresse thy Seraphim into MINE Redeem this iniury of thy art Giue HIM the vail giue her the dart Giue Him the vail that he may couer The Red cheeks of a riuall'd louer Asham'd that our world now can show Nests of new Seraphims here below Giue her the DART for it is she Fair youth shootes both thy shaft THEE Say all ye wise well-peire't hearts That liue dy amidst her darts What is 't your tastfull spirits doe proue In that rare life of Her and loue Say bear wittnes Sends she not A SERAPHIM at euery shott What magazins of immortall ARMES there shine Heaun's great artillery in each loue-spun line Giue then the dart to her who giues the flame Giue him the veil who giues the shame But if it be the frequent fate Of worst faults to be fortunate If all 's praescription proud wrong Hearkens not to an humble song For all the gallantry of him Giue me the suffting SERAPHIM His be the brauery of all those Bright things The glowing cheekes the glistering wings The Rosy hand the radiant DART Leaue HER alone THE FLAMING HEART Leaue her that thou shalt leaue her Not one loose shaft but loue 's whole quiuer For in loue's feild was neuer found A nobler weapon then a WOVND Loue's passiues are his actiu'st part The wounded is the wounding heart O HEART the aequall poise of lou'es both parts Bigge alike with wound darts Liue in these conquering leaues liue all the same And walk through all tongues one triumphant FLAME Liue here great HEART loue and dy kill And bleed wound and yeild conquer still Let this immortall life wherere it comes Walk in a crowd of loues MARTYRDOMES Let mystick DEATHS wait on 't wise soules be The loue-slain wittnesses of this life of thee O sweet incendiary shew here thy art Vpon this carcasse of a hard cold hart Let all thy scatter'd shafts of light that play Among the leaues of thy larg Books of day Combin'd against this BREST at once break in And take away from me my self sin This gratious Robbery shall thy bounty be And my best fortunes such fair spoiles of me O thou vndanted daughter of desires By all thy dowr of LIGHTS FIRES By all the eagle in thee all the doue By all thy liues deaths of loue By thy larg draughts of intellectuall day And by thy thrists of loue more large then they By all thy brim-fill'd Bowles of feirce desire By thy last Morning's draught of liquid fire By the full kingdome of that finall kisse That seiz'd thy parting Soul seal'd thee his By all the heau'ns thou hast in him Fair sister of the SERAPHIM By all of HIM we haue in THEE Leaue nothing of my SELF in me Let me so read thy life that I Vnto all life of mine may dy A SONG LORD when the sense of thy sweet geace Sends vp my soul to seek thy face Thy blessed eyes breed such desire I dy in loue's delicious Fire O loue I am thy SACRIFICE Be still triumphant blessed eyes Still shine on me fair suns that I Still may behold though still I dy Second part Though still I dy I liue again Still longing so to be still slain So gainfull is such losse of breach I dy euen in desire of death Still liue in me this louing strife Of liuing DEATH dying LIFE For while thou sweetly slayest me Dead to my selfe I liue in Thee PRAYER AN ODE WHICH WAS Praefixed to a little Práyer-book giuin to a young GENTLE-WOMAN LO here a little volume but great Book A nest of new-born sweets Whose natiue fires disdaining To ly thus folded complaining Of these ignoble sheets Affect more comly bands Fair one from the kind hands And confidently look To find the rest Of a rich binding in your BREST It is in one choise handfull heauenn all Heaun's Royall host incamp't thus small To proue that true schooles vse to tell Ten thousand Angels in one point can dwell It is loue's great artillery Which here contracts il self comes to ly Close couch't in their white bosom from thence As from a snowy fortresse of defence Against their ghostly foes to take their part And fortify the hold of their chast heart It is an armory of light Let constant vse but keep it bright You 'l find it yeilds To holy hands humble hearts More swords sheilds Then sin hath snares or Hell hath darts Only be sure The hands be pure That hold these weapons the eyes Those of turtles chast true Wakefull wise Here is a freind shall fight for you Hold but this book before their heart Let prayer alone to play his part But ô the heart That studyes this high ART Must be a sure house-keeper And yet no fleeper Dear soul be strong MERCY will come e're long And bring his besom fraught with blessings Flowers of neuer fading graces To make immortall dressings For worthy soules whose wise embraces Store vp themselues for HIM who is alone The SPOVSE of Virgins the Virgin's son But if the noble BRIDEGROOM when he come Shall find the loytering HEART from home Leauing her chast aboad To gadde abroad Among the gay mates of the god of flyes To take her pleasure to play And keep the deuill 's holyday To danceth ' sunshine of some smiling But beguiling Spheares of sweet sugred Lyes Some slippery Pair Of false perhaps as fair Flattering but forswearing eyes Doubtlesse some other heart Will gett the start Mean while stepping in before Will take possession of that sacred store Of hidden sweets holy ioyes WORDS which are not heard with EARES Those tumultuous shops of noise Effectuall wispers whose still voice The soul it selfe more feeles then heares Amorous languishments luminous trances SIGHTS which are not seen with eyes Spirituall soul-peircing glances Whose pure subtil lightning flyes Home to the heart setts the house on fire And melts it down in sweet desire Yet does not stay To ask the windows leaue to passe that way Delicious DEATHS soft exalations Of soul dear diuine annihilations A thousand vnknown rites Of ioyes rarefy'd delights Ahundred thousand goods