She made the Earth, their nurse and tomb, 'Til to those sighes fetch'd from her womb So in the midst of all her fears Her earnest sighes procur'd her tears O that man could do so! that he would hear Sure, Mighty Love, foresceing the discent Of this poor creature, by a gracious art And layd suprizes in each element. All things here shew him heaven; waters that fall, Chide, and fly up; mists and corruptest fome flowres, all Strive upwards still, and point him the way home. How do they cast off grossness? only earth 1 Genesis xlix. 14. G. Water's refin'd to motion, aire to light, Fire to all three,' but man hath no such mirth. Plants in the root with earth do most comply, All have their keyes, and set ascents; but man Though he knows these, and hath more of his own, leeps at the ladder's foot; alas! what can These new discoveries do, except they drown? Thus groveling in the shade, and darkness, he Yet hugs he still his durt; the stuffe he wears, And painted trimming takes down both his eies; Heaven hath less beauty than the dust he spies, And money better musick than the spheres. Life's but a blast; he knows it; what? shal straw, And bul-rush-setters temper his short hour? Light, motion, heat. V. Cf. Faith' ante. G. 2 The frequent contemporary spelling. G. Must he nor sip, nor sing? grows ne'r a flowr To crown his temples? shall dreams be his law? O foolish man! how hast thou lost thy sight? Is grown thick darkness, and thy bread, a stone? Hath flesh no softness now? mid-day no light? Lord! Thou didst put a soul here. If I must RETIREMENT. HO on yon throne of azure sits, Above the morning-starre, While meaner showes, And outward utensils these glories are, That shine and share Part of His mansion; He one day, Out of meer love, By His mild Dove, Did shew me home, and put me in the way. 2. Let it suffice, at length thy fits, Have had their wish, and way; Presse not to be Still thy own foe, and Mine; for to this day I did delay, And would not see, but chose to wink; Nay, at the very brink And edge of all, When thou wouldst fall, My love-twist held thee up, My unseen link. 3. I know thee well; for I have fram'd, Thy spirit too is Mine; I know thy lot, Extent, and end, for My hands drew the line If then thou would'st unto My seat, Leads to that way, But from those follics a resolv'd retreat. 6. Now here below where yet untam'd I have a house as well As there above; In it My name and honour both do dwell; I make all new; there nothing gay In perfumes, or array; Dust lies with dust, And hath but just The same respect, and room, with ev'ry clay. 5. A faithful school, where thou maist see, In heraldrie Of stones, and speechless earth, Thy true descent; Where dead men preach, who can turn feasts, and mirth To funerals, and Lent. There dust, that out of doors might fill Thy eies, and blind thee still, Is fast asleep : Up then, and keep Within those doors-My doors-Dost hear? 'I will.' |