Where the prospect all before thee Then whilft thou art upward haftening, New vifions from new heights to gain, No more fhall how onward vex thee; Duty done, life's path is plain. Perennial Flowers. SAINTS. INFLUENCE. JOY of my life, while left me here! And still my love! How in thy absence thou dost steere A life well lead This truth commends, With quick or dead It never ends. Stars are of mighty use: the night Is dark and long; The rode foul; and where one goes right, Six may go wrong. May clear much way, And guide a crowd. God's saints are fhining lights: who stays Here long, muft paffe O're dark hills, swift ftreams, and steep ways As smooth as glaffe; But these all night, Like candles, shed Their beams, and light Us into bed. They are indeed our pillar-fires, They are that citie's fhining spires A sword-like gleame Will guide him in. Henry Vaughan. 1621-1695. MY LOVE. as all other women are N Is the that to my Is fhe that to my soul is dear; Her glorious fancies come from far, Great feelings hath fhe of her own, God giveth them to her alone, And sweet they are as any tone Wherewith the wind may choose to blow. Yet in herself fhe dwelleth not, No fimpleft duty is forgot, Life hath no dim and lowly spot That doth not in her sunshine share. She doeth little kindneffes Which most leave undone or despise ; She hath no scorn of common things, Bleffing fhe is: God made her so, She is most fair, and thereunto Feeling or thought that was not true She is a woman: one in whom I love her with a love as ftill And, on its full, deep breaft serene, It flows around them and between, And makes them fresh, and fair, and green, Sweet homes wherein to live and die. J. R. Lowell. |