レ 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 her selfe, and blends A thousand odours, which—all mixt-she sends Up in one cloud, and so returns 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, Others were tym'd' and train'd up to't, but thou Age made them rev'rend, and a snowie head, taken by his shrowd' above. Mr. Lyte made the required correction. G. 1 = brought to the Church at the time appointed. "So soon as they were able to learn the solemn vow, promise and profession made for them." Second rubric at end of Catechism and Exhort. Bapt. service., G. Or if as yet-untill these clouds depart, And the day springs Thou think'st it good to tarry where Thou art, Write in Thy bookes My ravish'd looks, Slain flock, and pillag'd fleeces, And haste Thee so As a young roe Upon the mounts of spices.2 1 Song of Solomon, iii. 6. G. Orosa campi! O lilium convallium! quomodo nunc facta es pabulum aprorum!1 THE LAMPE. IS dead night round about: Horrour doth creepe And move on with the shades; stars nod And through the dark aire spin a firie thread, Yet burn'st thou here, a full day; while I spend Met in thy flames all acts of piety; Thy light, is Charity; thy heat, is Zeale; Devotion still on wing; Then, thou dost weepe creepe 10 Rose of the Plain! [ = of Sharon] O Lily of the Valleys! how art thou become the food of wild boars! Cf. the same sentiment onward in the poem of "The Holy Communion":"O Rose of Sharon! O the Lily of the Valley! How art Thou now, Thy flock to keep, Become both food and Shepheard to Thy sheep". G. 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 dissolv'st to them, and they distill, They're stor'd up in the socket, where they lye, When all is spent, thy last and sure supply: And such is true Repentance; ev'ry breath Wee spend in sighes, is treasure after death. Only one point escapes thee; that thy oile Is still out with thy flame, and so both faile; But whensoe're I'm out, both shalbe in, And where thou mad'st an end, there I'le begin. MARK, CAP. 13. VER. 35. Watch you therefore, for you know not when the Master of the house cometh, at Even, or at mid-night, or at the Cock-crowing, or in the morning. MAN'S FALL, AND RECOVERY. AREWELL, you everlasting hills! I'm cast Here under clouds, where stormes and tempests blast This sully'd flowre, 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 A traine of lights, which in those sun-shine dayes One sullen' beame, whose charge is to dispense I sojourn'd thus. At last Jeshurun's king Guilts, trespasses, and all this inward awe; A plenteous way-thanks to that Holy One!- Wept bloud, that broke this adamant,2 and gave 1 Here= gloomy, dark, the 'shadow' overcoming the 'beame'. Frequent in Shakespeare: also in Milton "swinging slow with sullen roar (Il Penseroso, line 76) "sullen Moloch" (on Nativity 205) et alibi. G. 2 = stone-hard heart. It is sometimes used, so early as Chaucer, for the load-stone, as by Shakespeare, "iron to |