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With which in mild, chaste language she did wooe To draw him drinke, and for his camels too.
And now thou knewst her comming, it was time To get thee wings on, and devoutly climbe Unto thy God; for marriage of all states Makes most unhappy, or most fortunatos. This brought thee forth, where now thou didst
undresse Thy soule, and with new pinions refresh Her wearied wings, which so restored did flye Above the stars, a track unknown and high ; And in her piercing flight perfum'd the ayre, Scatt'ring the myrrhe and incense of thy pray'r. So from * Lahai-roi's well some spicie cloud, Woo'd by the sun, swels up to be his shrowd, And from her moist wombe weeps a fragant showre, Which, scatter'd in a thousand pearls, each flowre And herb partakes; where having stood awhile And something coold the parch'd and thirstie isle, The thankfull earth unlocks herselfe, and blends A thousand odours, which, all mixt, she sends Up in one cloud, and so returnes the skies That dew they lent, a breathing sacrifice. Thus soar'd thy soul, who, though young, didst
inherit Together with his bloud thy father's spirit, Whose active zeale and tryed faith were to thee Familiar ever since thy infancie.
* A wel in the south country where Jacob dwelt, betweene Cadish and Bered. Heb. the wel of him that liveth and seeth me.
Others were tym'd and train'd up to't, but thou
THE BRITTISH CHURCH.
Ah! he is fled ! And while these here their mists and shadows hatch,
My glorious Head Doth on those hills of myrrhe and incense watch.
Haste, haste, my deare!
The souldiers here
That seamless coat,
The Iewes touch'd not,
O get thee wings!
And the day springs,
Write in thy bookes
Slain flock and pillag'd fleeces,
And haste thee so
As a young roe
O rosa campi ! O lilium convallium ! quomodò nunc facta es
'Tis dead night round about: horrour doth creepe And move on with the shades; stars nod and sleepe, And through the dark aire spin a firie thread, Such as doth gild the lazie glow-worm's bed.
Yet burn'st thou here a full day, while I spend My rest in cares, and to the dark world lend These flames, as thou dost thine to me; I watch That houre, which must thy life and mine dispatch. But still thou doest out-goe me, I can see Met in thy flames all acts of piety ; Thy light is charity; thy heat is zeale ; And thy aspiring, active fires reveale Devotion still on wing; then thou dost weepe Still as thou burn'st, and the warme droppings
creepe To measure out thy length, as if thou’dst know What stock and how much time were left thee now; Nor dost thou spend one teare in vain, for still As thou dissoly'st to them, and they distill,
They're stor'd up in the socket, where they lye,
Mark xiii. 35. Watch you, therefore; for you know not when the master of the house cometh, at even, or at midnight, or at the cock-crowing, or in the morning.
MAN'S FALL AND RECOVERY.
FAREWELL, you everlasting hills ! I'm cast
[blast Rob’d of your calme, nor can I ever make, Transplanted thus, one leafe of his t'awake;
But ev'ry houre He sleepes and droops; and in this drowsie state Leaves me a slave to passions and my fate.
Besides I've lost
Unto my cost,
Two thousand yeares 1 sojourn'd thus. At last Jeshurun's king Those famous tables did from Sinai bring.
These swell’d my feares,
Yet have I found
His saving wound
This makes me span
For God, made man,
Rom. xviii. 19.
As, by the offence of one, the fault came on all men to condeme nation; so, by the righteousness of one, the benefit abounded towards all men to the justification of life.
'Twas so; I saw thy birth. That drowsie lake From her faint bosome breath'd thee, the disease Of her sick waters, and infectious ease.