FAIR pledges of a fruitful tree, But you may stay yet here awhile, What! were ye born to be An hour or half's delight, But you are lovely leaves, where we TO KEEP A TRUE LENT. Is this a fast, to keep The larder lean, And clean From fat of veals and sheep? Is it to quit the dish Of flesh, yet still The platter high with fish? Is it to fast an hour, Or rag'd to go, Or show A downcast look, and sour? GEORGE HERBERT. Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite under ground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown ; Where they together, All the hard weather, REST. WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, "Let us," said he, "pour on him all we can: Let the world's riches, which disperséd lie, Contract into a span." So strength first made a way; Dead to the world, keep house un- Then beauty flowed; then wisdom, honor, known. pleasure: Perceiving that alone, of all his treasure, When almost all was out, God made a stay, Rest in the bottom lay. "For if I should," said he, "Bestow this jewel also on my creature, He would adore my gifts instead of me, And rest in nature, not the God of nature; So both should losers be. "Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness: Let him be rich and weary, that at least, If goodness lead him not, yet weariness May toss him to my breast." So hills and valleys into singing break; And though poor stones have neither speech nor tongue, While active winds and streams both run | These are your walks, and you have and speak, Yet stones are deep in admiration. Thus praise and prayer here beneath the showed them me To kindle my cold love. For sure if others knew me such, I should have been dispraised as much By her help I also now Make this churlish place allow Some things that may sweeten glad ness, In the very gall of sadness. The praise, therefore, which I have heard, The dull loneness, the black shade, Delights not so my mind, As those things make my heart afeard, So I were blameless made, Than for much virtue to be famed, When I no virtues had. Though slanders to an innocent And when a virtuous man hath erred, It makes him grieve, and more afeard, Than if he slandered were. Lord! therefore make my heart upright, Let thankfulness be found in me, That these hanging vaults have made; Though thou be to them a scorn, Than I am in love with thee! COMPANIONSHIP OF THE MUSE. SHE doth tell me where to borrow |