« AnteriorContinuar »
JOY OF MY LIFE.
Joy of my life while left me here!
Me from above !
Stars are of mighty use: the night
Is dark and long;
Six may go wrong.
God's saints are shining lights: who stays
Here long must passe
As smooth as glasse;
They are indeed our pillar-tires,
Seen as we go ;
We travell to.
I SEE the use; and know my bloud
Is not a sea,
But a shallow, bounded floud,
Though red as he;
And boyling stremes that rave With the same curling force and hisse,
As doth the mountained wave.
But when his waters billow thus,
Dark storms and wind
Else not inclin'd.
Uncalmes these to a floud;
Breeds tempests in my bloud.
Lord, round me then with weeping clouds;
Which sinfull ease made foul,
Both wash and wing my soul.
THE MORNING WATCH.
O JOYES! infinite sweetness! with what flowres
All the long houres
Of sleep and clouds,
O how it blouds,
Awakes and sings!
Birds, beasts, all things
Thus all is hurld
In sacred hymnes and order, the great chime
The world in tune,
And vocall joyes,
O let me climbe
To shed their light
And shine and move
So in my bed,
THE EVENING WATCH. - A DIALOGUE.
FAREWELL! I goe to sleep; but when
Goe, sleep in peace; and when thou lyest
In sev'rall parts shall want a name,
Then may his peace be with thee, and each dust Writ in his book, who ne’r betray’d man's trust!
Amen! but hark, eer we two stray,
Ah! go; thou’rt weak and sleepie. Heav'n
He, fils it; dayes and hours are blinds. Yet this take with thee; the last gasp of time Is thy first breath, and man's eternall prime.
SILENCE AND STEALTH OF DAYES.
SILENCE and stealth of dayes! 'tis now,
Since thou art gone,
But clouds hang on.
Lockt from the light,
To brave the night, And walking from his sun,
when past That glim'ring ray, Cuts through the heavy mists in haste
Back to liis day;