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Yet lay him in his stall, and from the orient

Stars and wise men will travel, to prevent Darcy at my hands this crown of prayer and Th'effect of Herod's jealous general doom. praise,

Seeft thou, my Soul! with thy faith's eye, how he, Weav'd in my lone devout melancholy,

Which fills all place, yet none holds him, doth lic! Thou which of good haste, yea, art treasury, Was not his pity towards thee wond'rous high, All changing unchang'd, Ancient of days ; That would have need to be pitied by thee? But do not, with a vile crown of frail bays,

Kiss him, and with him into Egypt go, Reward my Muse's white fincerity,

With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe.
But what thy thorny crown gain'd that give me,
A crown of glory, which dua flower always :
The ends crown our works, but thou crown'st our

For at cur ends begins our endless reft ;
The first last end now zealously poffett,

"With his kind mother, who partakes thy woe," With a ftrong sober thirst my soul attends. Joseph ! turn back; see where your child doch fic 'Tis time that heart and voice be listed high, Blowing, yea, blowing out those sparks of wit Balvation to all that will is nigh.

Which himself on the Doctors did bestow :
The Word but lately could not speak, and lo,
It suddenly speaks wonders. Whence comes it

That all which was, and all which should be writ,

A shallow-leeming child should deeply know?

His Godhead was not soul to his manhood, SALTATION to all that will is nigh;"

Nor had time mellow'd him to this ripeness : That All, which always is all every where, But as for one which hath a long talk 't is good Which cannot fin, and yet all fins must bear,

With the sun to begin his business,
Which cannot die, yet cannot choose but die, He in his age's morning thus began,
Lo, faithful Virgin! yields himself to lie By miracles excecding power of man.
In prison in thy womb; and though he there
Can take no fin, nor thou give, yet he'll wear,
Taken from thence, ficth, which death's force
may try.

E’er by the fpheres time was created thou
Waft is his mind, who is thy son and brother,
Whom thou conceiv'st conceived; yet thou’rt now “ By miracles exceeding power of man”
Tay Maker's maker, and thy Father's mother; He faith in some, envy in some begat;
Thou 'haft light in dark, and Mutt'tt in little room for what weak spirits admire ambitious hate;
Imamcnfity, cloister'd in thy dear womb.

In both affections many to him ran :
But, oh! the worst are most, they will and can,
Alas! and do unto th' inimaculate,

Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a fate,

Measuring self-life's infinite to span,

Nay, to an inch. Lo, where, condemned, he " IMMENSITY, cloifter'd in thy dear womb," Bears his own cross with pain; yet by and by, Now leaves his well-belov'd imprisonment; When it bears him, he must bear more and dic. There he hath made himself to his intent Now thou art listed up, draw me to thee, Weak enough, now into our world to come : And, at thy death giving such liberal dole ; But, ch! for thee, for him, hath th'inn no room? | Moist with one drop of thy blood my dry soul.


Would I have profit by the sacrifice,

And dare the chosen altar to despise ?

It bore all other fins, but is it fit " Moist with one drop of thy blood my dry soul,” That it should bear the sin of scorning it? Shall (though the now be in extreme degree Who from the picture would avert his eye, Too lony hard, and yet too fleshly) be (foul; | How would he fly his pains who there did die, Freed by that drop from being starv'd, hard, or From me no pulpit nor misgrounded law, And life, by this death abled, Mall controul Nor scandal raken shall this Cross withdraw ; Death, whom thy death flew; nor shall to me It shall not, for it cannot ; for the loss fear of first or last death bring misery,

Of this Cross were to me another cross; If in thy life’s-book my name thou inrol:

Better were worse, for no afligion, Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified,

No cross is so extreme as to have none.
But made that there of which, and for which 't was, Who can blot out the Cross, which th' inser
Nor can by other means be glorified.
May then fin's fleep, and death foon from me pass, Of God dew'd on me in the sacrament?
That, wak'd from both, I again sisen may Who can deny me power and liberty
Salute the last and everlasting day.

To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross to !
Swim, and at every stroke thou art thy Cross:
The mast and yard make one where seas do to

Look down, thou spy'st our crosses in sm


Look up, thou see's birds rais'd on cros $ SALUTE the last and everlasting day;"

wings. Joy at th' uprising of this Sun and Son

All the globe's frame and spheres is nothing ell Vé whose true tears or tribulation

But the meridian's crolling parallels. Have purely washt or burnt your drosly clay; Material Crosses then good phyfic be, Behold the highest, pasting hence away,

But yet spiritual have chief dignity. Lightens the dark clouds which he treads upon; These for extracted chemic mcd'cine serve, Nor doth he by ascending thew alone,

And cure much betyr, and as well preserve; But first he, and he first, enters the way.

Then are you your own physic or nccd none, O strong Ram! which halt batter'd heaven for me, When till'd or purg'd by tribulation ; Mild Lamb, which with thy blood haft mark'd For when that cross ungrudg'd unto you sticks the path,

Then are you to yourself a crucifix,
Bright torch, which shin'st, that I the way may fee, As perchance carvers do not faces make,
Oh! with thy own blood quench thyown just wrath, But that away which hid them there do take :
And if thy Holy Spirit my Muse did raise, Let Crosses so take what hid Chriit in thee,
Deign at my hands this crown of prayer and praise. And be his image, or not his, but he.

But as oft' alchymist do coiners prove,
So may a self-despising ger self-love :

And then, as worst surfeits of best meats be, ON THE BLESSED VIRGIN MARY. So is pride issued from humility;

For 't is no child but monster: therefore cross in that, o Queen of queens! thy birth was free Your joy in Crosses, elle 't is double loss; From that which others doth of grace bereave, And cross thy senses, else buch they and chou When in their mother's womb they life receive, Must perish foon, and to destruction bow : God, as his fole-born daughter, loved thee. For if th' eye see good objects, and will take

No cross from bad, we cannot scape a snake. To match thee like thy birth's nobility

So with harth, hard, sow'r, stinking cross the He thee his Spirit for his spouse did leave, Make them indifferent all; nothing beft. By whom thou didst his only Son conceive, But most the eye needs crossing, that roam And so walt link'd to all the Trinity.

And move : to th'others objects must come ho

And cross thy heart; for tha. in man alone Cease then, Queens! that earthly crowns do wear, Panis downwards, and hath palpitation. To glory in the pomp of earthly things;

Cross those detorsions when it downward tend If men such high respeas unto you bear,

And when it to forbidden heights pretends. Which daughters, wives, and mothers, are of kings, And as the brain, though bony, walls doth ver What borour can unto that queen be done

By futures, which a cross's form present, Who had your God íor father, spouse, and fon? So when thy brain works, e'er thou utter it,

Cross and correct concupiscence of wit.
Be covctors of Croffes, let none fall;

Cross no man elle, but cross thyself in all.

Then doth the Cruis of Christ work faithfully

Within our hearts when we love harmlessly SINCE Christ cnibrac'd the Cross itself, dare I, The Cross's pictures much, and with more car His image, th’iin age of his Cross deny?

That Ciofs's children which our crosses are.

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Our mure harps, untun'd, unftrung,
Up we bung
On green willows near belide us;
Where we, fitting all forlorn,
Thus in scorn
Our proud spoilers 'gan deride us.

Come, fad Captives ! leave your moans,
And your groans
Uuder Sion's ruins bury;
Tune your harps, and fing us lays
In the praise
Of your God, and let's be merry.

Sleep, sleep, old Sun! thou canst not have repast
As yet the wound thou took'lt on Friday last;
Seep, then, and relt; the world may hear thy day,
A better Sun rose before thee to-day;
Who, not conteot t’enlighten all that dwell
On the earth's face, as thou enlight'ned hell,
And made the dark fires languish in that vale,
As at thy presence here our fircs grow pale;
Whole body having walk'd on earth, and now
Haft'ning to heav'ı, would that he might allow
Himlelf unto all stations, and fill all,
For these three days become a mineral.
He was all gold when he lay down, but rose
All tincture, and doth not alone dispose
Leaden and iron wills to good, but is
Of pow'r to make ev’n finful flesh like his.
Had one of those, whosc credulous piety
Thought that a soul one might discern and see
Go from a body, at this fepulchre been,
And fluing from the sheet this body seen,
He would have jully thought this body a soul,
Il pot of any nian, yet of the whole.

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TO SIR ROBERT CARR, SIR, I PRESUME. you rather try what you can do in me

than what I can do in verfe : you know my uttormoft when it was best, and even then I did belt when I had least truth for my subjects. In this present case there is so much truth as it defcars all poetry: call, therefore, this paper by what name you will, and if it be not worthy of him, nor of you, nor of nie, smother it, and be that the sacrifice. If you had commanded me to have waited on his body co Scotland, and preached there, I would have embraced the obligation with more alacrity; but I thank you that you would command me that which I was loth to do, for even that hath given a cincture of merit to the obedience of

Your poor friend and servant in Christ Jesus, 4

J. Donne


And thou, Babel! when the tide
Of thy pride,
Now a-flowing, grows to turning,
Victor now shall then be thrall,
And ihall fall
9o as low an ebb of mourning.


Sad and rejoic'd she's seen at once, and scen

At almost fifty, and at scarce fifteen :
TO THE SAINTS, AND TO MARQUIS HAMILTON. At once a son is promis'd her, and gone ;

Gabriel gives Christ to her, he her to John :
WAEther that soul, which now comes up to you, Not fully a mother, she's in orbity,
Fill any former rank, or make a new;

At once receiver and the legacy.
Whether it take a name nam'd there before, All this, and all between, this day hath shown,
Or be a name itself, and order more

Th'abridgment of Christ's story, which makes one Than was in heav'n till now; (for may not he (As in plain maps the furthest west is east) Be so, if every several angel be

Of th' angel's Ave and Confummatum eft. A kind alone) whatever order grow

How well the church, God's Court of Faculties, Greater by him in heav'n, we do not so.

Deals in sometimes and seldom joining these ! One of your orders grows by his access,

As by the self-fix'd pole we never do But by his lofs grow all our orders less.

Direct our course, but the next star thereto, The name of Father, Master, Friend, the name Which shews where th' other is, and which we say Of Subject and of Prince, in one is lame;

(Because it strays not far) doth never stray : Fair mirth is dampt, and conversation black, So God by his church, nearest to him, we know, The Household widow'd, and the Garcer llack; And stand firm, if we by her motion go; The Chapel wants an ear, Council a tongue ; His Spirit, as his fiery pillar, doch Story a theme, and Music lacks a song.

Lead, and his church as cloud; to one end both. Bleft order! that hath him; the loss of him This church, by letting those feasts join, hath Gangren'd all orders here; all lost a limb!

shown Never made body such hafte to confess

Death and conception in mankind are one; What a soul was; all former comeliness

Or 't was in him the same humility,
Fled in a minute, when the soul was gonc,

That he would be a man and leave to be,
And having lost that beauty would have none : Or as creation he hath made, as God,
So fell our monasteries, in an instant grown With the last judgment but one periud;
Not to less houses, but to heaps of stone;

His imitating spouse would join in one
So sent his body, that fair form it wore,

Manhood's extremes; he mall come, he is gone; Unto the sphere of forms, and doth (before Or as though one blood drop, which thence did fall, His soul shall fill up his fepulchral stone)

Accepted, would have serv'd, he yet shed all : Anticipate a resurrection :

So though the least of his pains, deeds or words, For as it is his fame, now his soul's here,

Would busy a life, the all this day affords. So in the form thereof his body's there.

This treasure then in gross, my Soul! up-lay,
And if, fair Soul! not with first innocents And in my life retail it every day.
Thy station be, but with the penitents,
(And who shall dare to ask then, when I am
Dy'd scarlet in the blood of tha: pure Lamb,
Whether that colour which is scarlet then

Were black or white before in eyes of men ?)
When thou rememb'rest what fins thou didst find
Amongst those many friends now left behind,
And seeft such finners, as they are, with thee

Les man's soul a sphere, and then in this
Got thither by repentance, let it be

Th'intelligence that moves, devotion is;
Thy wish to with all there, to wish them clean; and as the other spheres, by being grown
With hini a David, her a Magdalane.

Sabjcct to foreign motion, lose their own,
And being by others hurried every day,
Scarce in a year their natural form obey :
Pleasure or business so our souls admit
For their first mover, and are whirl'd by it.

Hence is't that I am carried t'wards the west ANNUNCIATION AND PASSION.

This day, when my soul's form bends to the east :

There I should see a sun by rising set, TAMELY, fra:l flesh! abstain to-day; to-day

And by that setting endless day beget. My soul eats twice, Christ hither and away;

But that Christ on his cross did rise and fall, She sees him man, fo like God made in this,

Sin had eternally benighted all. That of them both a circle emblem is,

Yet dare I almost be glad I do not see Whose first and last concur: this doubtful day

'That spectacle of too much weight for me. Of feast or fast Christ came and went away.

Who fees God's face, that is fell-life, must die; She sees him nothing twice at once, who's all :

What a death were it then to fee God die? She sees a cedar plant itself, and fall;

It made his own lieutenant, Nature, Mrink; Her Maker put to making, and the head

It made his footilool crack, and the sun wivk. Of life, at once, not yet alive, and dead:

Could I bibold those hands which span the poles, She sees at once the Virgin-mother fay

And tune all spheres at or.cc, picro'd with those Reclus’d at home, public at Colgotha.



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Could I behold that endless height which is
Zenith to us and our antipodes,

Humbled below us ? or that blood, which is
The seat of all our fouls, if not of his,

O BLESSED, glorious Trinity!
Made dirt of duft? or that feth, which was worn Bones to philosophy but milk to faith,
By God for his apparel, ragg’d and torn ? Which, as wise ferpents diversely
If on these things I durft not look, durft I Most Nipp'riness, yet most entanglings hath,
On his diftrefled mother cast mine eye,

As you diftinguith'd (undistinct) Wbo was God's partner here, and furnith'd thus By pow's, love, knowledge, be, Half of that facrifice which ransom'd us?

Give me fuch self-diff'rent instinct Though these things, as 1 ride, be from mine eye, Of these let all me elemented be, They're present yet unto my memory,

Of pow'r to love, to know you unnumb'red Three. For that looks towards them, and thou look's co

wards me,
O Saviour! as thou hang'ft upon the tree.
I turn my back to thee, but to receive
Corrections, till chy mercies bid thee Icave. For that fair blefled Mother-maid,
O think me worth thine anger; punih me,

Whose flesh redeem'd us, (that he cherubim, Burn off my ruft, and my deformity ;

Which unlock'd Paradise, and made
Restore thine image so much by thy grace, One claim for innocence, and diffeiz’d sin;
That chou may'll know me, and I'll turn my face. Whose womb was a strange heav'n, for there

God cloth'd himself, and grew)
Our zealous thanks we pour. As her deeds were
Our helps, so are her prayers; nor can fhe fue

In vain who hath such titles unto you.




FATHER of heav'n, and him by whom
It, and us for it, and all else for us,
Thou mad'ft and govern'lt ever, come,
And re-create me, now grown ruinous;
My heart is by deje&ion clay,
And by self-murder red.
From this red carth, O Father! purge away
All vicious tin&ures, that, new fashioned,
I may rise up from death before l'm dead.

AND since this life our nonage is,
And we in wardship to thine Angels be,
Native in heav'n's fair palaces,
Where we shall be but denizon'd by thee;
As th' earth, conceiving by the fan,
Yields fair diversity,
Yet never knows what course that light doch sud;
So let me study that mine actions be
Worthy their fight, though blind in how they fee,


11. THE SON,

And let thy Patriarchs desire O Son of God! who seeing two things,

(Those great grandfathers of thy church, which Sin and death, crept in, which were never made,

faw By bearing one, try'alt with what stings

More in the cloud than we in fire, The other could thine heritage invade,

Whom Nature clear'd more than us grace and law, O be thou mail'd unto my heart,

And now in heav'n still pray that we And crucify'd again :

May use our new helps right) Part oot from it, though it from thee would part, Be satisfy'd, and fructify in me : Bat let it be, by applying so thy pain,

Let not my mind be blinder by more light, Drown'd in thy blood, and in thy passion Nain: Nor faith, by reasox added, lose her fight.



O Holy Guost! whose temple I

Tay cagle-fighted Prophets, too,
Am, but of mud walls and condensed durt, (Which were thy church's organs, and did found
And being sacrilegiously

That harmony which made of two
Half wasted with youth's fires, of pride and lust, One law, and did unite, but not consound;
Mult with new forms be weather-beat,

Those heav'nly Poets, which did see
Double in my heart thy flame,

Thy will, and it express Which let devout fad tears intend, and let In rithmic fect) in common pray for me, (Though this glass lanthorn, flesh, do suffer maim) | That I by them excuse not my excess lise, sacrifice, pries, altar, be the same,

In secking secrets or poeticncss.

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