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DIVINE POEM S.
I, LA CORONA.
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.
"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 :
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,
In both affections many to him ran :
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.
To stretch mine arms, and mine own Cross 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,
But as oft' alchymist do coiners prove,
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.
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.
Our mure harps, untun'd, unftrung,
Sleep, sleep, old Sun! thou canst not have repast
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
And thou, Babel! when the tide
Sad and rejoic'd she's seen at once, and scen
At almost fifty, and at scarce fifteen :
Gabriel gives Christ to her, he her to John :
At once receiver and the legacy.
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,
That he would be a man and leave to be,
His imitating spouse would join in one
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,
Les man's soul a sphere, and then in this
Th'intelligence that moves, devotion is;
Sabjcct to foreign motion, lose their own,
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.
Could I behold that endless height which is
IV. TIE TRINITY.
O BLESSED, glorious Trinity!
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
Whose flesh redeem'd us, (that he cherubim, Burn off my ruft, and my deformity ;
Which unlock'd Paradise, and made
God cloth'd himself, and grew)
In vain who hath such titles unto you.
V. TAE VIRGIN MARY.
VI. TIE ANGELS.
1. THE FATHER.
FATHER of heav'n, and him by whom
AND since this life our nonage is,
VII, THE PATRIARCKS.
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.
III. TAE HOLY GHOST.
VIII. THE PROPRIET3.
O Holy Guost! whose temple I
Tay cagle-fighted Prophets, too,
That harmony which made of two
Those heav'nly Poets, which did see
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.