« ПредишнаНапред »
And how she veils her flowers when he is gone,
Coue, oh! come, with sacred lays,
voices tune the lute :
Let such things as do not live,
In still music praises give; * An ancient stringed instrument, somewhat resembling the guitar.
Lowly pipe, ye worms that creep
Come, ye sons of human race,
From the earth's vast hollow womb,
bear the sound above Where the orb of fire doth move, And so climb from sphere to sphere, Till our song the Almighty hear.
So shall He from heaven's high tower On the earth his blessing shower; All this huge wide orb we see, Shall one quire, one temple be; There our voices we will rear, Till we fill it everywhere : And enforce the fiends that dwell In the air, to sink to hell. Then, oh! come, with sacred lays, Let us sound the Almighty's praise.
Thus fares the man whom virtue, beacon-like,
Hath fixed upon the hills of eminence;
And rage against his piles of innocence ;
They seek to keep his worth from being known,
And cause his fame the further to be blown.
But virtues covered with a modest veil,
To place where envy shall thy worth assail,
Of wrath and fury. Let them snarl and bite,
And all the venomed engines of despite.
Of thy celestial fire shall shine so clear,
And make thy splendors to their shame appear.
A PRAYER FOR SEASONABLE WEATHER.
LORD, should the sun, the clouds, the wind,
The air and seasons be
As we are false to Thee;
Or lie in water drowned,
Or chilled on the ground.
This poem was illustrated by an Emblem representing a flame upon á mountain, driven to and fro by tempestuous winds, yet continually gathering strength and brightness.
But from our duty though we swerve,
Thou still dost mercy show,
That men might thankful grow;
And Thy displeasure gain,
But pity we obtain.
The weather now Thou changed hast,
That put us late to fear,
Then comfort did appear.
They reconciled be ;
As we desired of Thee.
When all the year our fields are fresh and green,
And while sweet showers and sunshine, every day, As oft as need requireth, come between
The heavens and earth, they heedless pass away. The fulness and continuance of a blessing
Doth make us to be senseless of the good ; And if sometimes it fly not our possessing,
The sweetness of it is not understood ; Had we no winter, summer would be thought
Not half so pleasing : and if tempests were not, Such comforts by a calm could not be brought ;
For things, save by their opposites, appear not. Both health and wealth are tasteless unto some,
And so is ease and every other pleasure, Till poor or sick, or grieved, they become,
And then they relish these in ampler measure. God, therefore, full of kind, as He is wise,
So tempereth all the favors He will do us,
That we his bounties may the better prize,
And make his chastisements less bitter to us.
The flowers and blossoms of our hopes away,
And changeth new-mown grass to parched hay;
Commixed with cheerful rays, He sendeth down,
Which with rich harvests hills and valleys crown;
THE GLORY OF CHRIST UNDER THE FIGURE OF SOLOMON.
What's he that from the desert there
Doth like those smoky pillars come,
And all the merchant's spices fume ?
Threescore stout men about it stand ;
And all of them with swords in hand.
All those are men expert in fight,
And each man on his thigh doth wear
May be forbid from coming there.
With trees of Lebanon did rear,
And gold the bases of them were.
With purple covered he the same,
And all the pavement, throughout,
For you with charity is wrought.