E have been fresh and green, YE Ye have been filled with flowers; And ye the walks have been Where maids have spent their hours. You have beheld how they With wicker arks did come, To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home. You've heard them sweetly sing, (M 349) T HERE Lately made of flesh and blood; Who, as soon fell fast asleep, Give her strewings; but not stir UPON A CHILD. HERE a pretty baby lies Sung asleep with lullabies; The easy earth that covers her. GRACE FOR A CHILD. HERE, a little child, I stand, Cold as paddocks though they be, On our meat, and on our all. Amen. THE LITANY. IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the house doth sigh and weep Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the artless doctor sees Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When his potion and his pill Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the passing-bell doth toll, Come to fright a parting soul, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tapers now burn blue, And that number more than true, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the priest his last hath prayed, 'Cause my speech is now decayed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When, God knows, I'm tost about, Yet, before the glass be out, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the tempter me pursu❜th With the sins of all my youth, And half damns me with untruth, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the flames and hellish cries Fright mine ears, and fright mine eyes, And all terrors me surprise, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When the Judgment is revealed, And that opened which was sealed; When to Thee I have appealed, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! THOMAS CAREW. (1598?-1639?.) From Carew's Poems, 1640. There are modern editions by Mr. W. C. Hazlitt (in the Roxburghe Library), and by the Rev. J. W. Ebsworth (in the Library of Old Authors). They are also reprinted in vol. v. of Chalmers' Poets. SONG. ASK me no more where Jove bestows, For in your beauty's orient deep Ask me no more whither do stray Ask me no more whither doth haste Ask me no more where those stars light Ask me no more if east or west |