The rosy hand, the radiant dart; Leave her that; and thou shalt leave her Not one loose shaft, but Love's whole quiver; O heart! equal poise of Love's both parts Live in these conquering leaves: live all the same; And walk through all tongues one triumphant flame. Live here, great heart; and love, and die, and kill; Walk in a crowd of loves and martyrdoms. By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; That seized thy parting soul, and seal'd thee His; By all of Him we have in thee; HENRY MORE CHARITY AND HUMILITY Far have I clambred in my mind Higher then Heaven! lower then hell! Where maist thou dwell? The further it doth downward tend If it go down to utmost nought, Lord, stretch thy tent in my strait breast; O feeble rayes of mentale light! That best be seen in this dark night, With pride or love? I nought desire Is more than my poor soul durst crave My voice to Heaven, this should it rend. JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE HOUSE OF THE MIND Seek no more abroad, say I, House and Home, but turn thine Eye Inward, and observe thy Breast; There alone dwells solid rest. That's a close immured tower Which can mock all hostile power. To thyself a tenant be, And inhabit safe and free. Say not that this house is small, Girt up in a narrow wall; In a cleanly sober mind Heav'n itself full room doth find. Th' infinite Creator can Dwell in it; and may not Man? Here content make thy abode HENRY VAUGHAN CHILDHOOD I cannot reach it; and my striving eye Were now that chronicle alive, Those white designs which children drive, Why should men love A wolf, more than a lamb or dove? If seeing much should make staid eyes, Shall I from thence cast down myself? |