SILEX SCINTILLANS. REGENERATION. I. A WARD, and still in bonds, one day I stole abroad: Primrosed, and hung with shade; The surly wind Like clouds ecclipsed my mind. II. Storm'd thus; I straight perceiv'd my spring Meere stage and show, Rough-cast with rocks and snow; Far from reliefe, Then drops, and rains for griefe, So sigh'd I upwards still : at last, 'Twixt steps and falls, I found a paire of scales; In th’ one late paines ; But prov'd the heavier graines. IV. With that some cryed, “ Away!" straight I Obey'd, and led Some call'd it Jacob's Bed; Rude feet ere trod; Prophets and friends of God. Here I repos’d; but scarce well set A grove descryed And mixt on every side: Amaz'd to see't, Did all my senses greet. VI. The unthrift sunne shot vitall gold A thousand peeces, And heaven its azure did unfold, Chequer'd with snowie fleeces. bush VII. Only a little fountain lent Some use for eares, The musick of her teares : The cisterne full Others ill-shap'd and dull. VIII. The first (pray, marke !) as quick as light Danc'd through the floud; Nail'd to the centre stood : At last with thought, As strange an object brought. IX. It was a banke of flowers, where I descried (Though 'twas mid-day) Some fast asleepe, others broad-eyed, And taking in the ray: |