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WILLIAM WORDS WORTH.
tions of Early Childhood. ................. 356
AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY.
Love to God...
HENRY KIRKE WHITE.
The Christian's Progress..
Lines written on Survey of the Heavens.... 415
ENGLAND AND AMERICA
This poet, who was born in 1540, is very justly placed among the worthies of early English poetical literature. He was bred to the law, but quitted it, and served with distinction against the Spaniards. His principal work is “ The Fruits of War," which relates to the adventures of his voyage. In his youth he was a profligate, but he lived to amend his ways, and became a wise and good man. He died in a religious, calm, and happy frame of mind, in 1577. The writings of Gascoigne are more the result of observation than of creative genius. For the age in which he lived, the verse is uncommonly smooth, flowing, and unaffected.
From depth of dole, wherein my soul doth dwell,
From heavy heart, which harbors in my breast,
From troubled sprite, which seldom taketh rest,
My God, my Lord, my lovely Lord, alone
To thee I call, to thee I make my moan.
This woful plaint
Wherein I faint;
Oh! bend thine ears attentively to hear,
Oh! turn thine eyes, behold me how wail !
Oh! hearken, Lord, give ear for mine avail, Oh ! mark in mind the burdens that I bear ; See how I sink in sorrows everywhere.
Behold and see what dolors I endure,
Give ear and mark what plaints I put in ure ;' Bend willing ears; and pity therewithal
My willing voice,
Which hath no choice But
ermore upon thy name to call.
If thou, good Lord, shouldst take thy rod in hand,
If thou regard what sins are daily done,
If thou take hold where we our works begun, If thou decree in judgment for to stand, And be extreme to see our 'scuses' scanned ;
If thou take note of every thing amiss,
And write in rolls how frail our nature is, O glorious God, O King, O Prince of power !
What mortal wight
May thus have light
But thou art good, and hast of mercy store,
Thou not delight'st to see a sinner fall,
Thou hearkenest first, before we come to call, Thine ears are set wide open evermore, Before we knock thou comest to the door;
Thou art more prest to hear a sinner cry
Than he is quick to climb to thee on high. Thy mighty name be praised then alway,
Let faith and fear
True witness bear,
I look for thee, my lovely Lord, therefore
For thee I wait, for thee I tarry still,
eyes do long to gaze on thee my fill,
My soul doth thirst to take of thee a taste,
My soul desires with thee for to be placed. And to thy words, which can no man deceive,
Mine only trust,
My love and lust,
Before the break or dawning of the day,
Before the light be seen in lofty skies,
Before the sun appear in pleasant wise, Before the watch, (before the watch, I say,) Before the ward that waits therefore alway,
My soul, my sense, my secret thought, my sprite,
My will, my wish, my joy, and my delight, Unto the Lord, that sits in heaven on high,
With hasty wing
From me doth Aling,
O Israel! O household of the Lord !
O Abraham's sons ! O brood of blessed seed !
O chosen sheep, that love the Lord indeed!
For He hath mercy evermore at hand,
His fountains flow, his springs do never stand ; And plenteously He loveth to redeem
Such sinners all
As on Him call,