Sure there is room within our hearts, good store, But that which shews them large, shews them unfit. Which holds thee now? Who hath indicted it Of murder? Where our hard hearts have took up stones to brain thee, And, missing this, most falsely did arraign thee; Only these stones in quiet entertain thee, And order. And as of old the law by heavenly art To hold thee. Yet do we still persist as we began; And so should perish, but that nothing can- Withhold thee. Easter. RISE, heart! thy Lord is risen. Sing his praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With him mayst rise; That, as his death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold; and, much more, just. Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part With all thy art. The cross taught all wood to resound his name, Who bore the same. His stretched sinews taught all strings what key Is best to celebrate this most high day. Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song Pleasant and long: Or, since all music is but three parts vied, O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part, And make up our defects with his sweet art. I GOT me flowers to strew thy way; But thou wast up by break of day, And brought'st thy sweets along with thee. The sun arising in the east,— Though he give light, and th' east perfume; If they should offer to contest With thy arising, they presume. Can there be any day but this, Y Easter Wings. LORD, WHO CREATEDST MAN IN WEALTH AND STORE, THEN SHALL THE FALL FURTHER THE FLIGHT IN ME. Easter Wings. MY TENDER AGE IN SORROW DID BEGIN : AND STILL WITH SICKNESSES AND SHAME, THOU DIDST SO PUNISH SIN, Poly Baptism. As he that sees a dark and shady grove Which is above the heavens; whose spring and vent O blessed streams! either ye do prevent And stop our sins from growing thick and wide, Or else give tears to drown them as they grow. Holy Baptism. SINCE, Lord, to thee A narrow way and little gate Oh! let me still Write thee Great God, and me a child. Be-hither ill. |