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Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...
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Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.
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How like the Eyes quick winke His Cottage failes whose narrow span Begins even at the brink Nine months thy hands are fashioning us And many yeares alas E're we can lisp or ought discusse Concerning thee must passe Yet have I knowne thy slightest things A feather or a shell A stick or Rod which some Chance brings The best of us excell Yea I have knowne these shreds out last A faire-compacted frame And for one Twenty we have past Almost outlive our name Thus hast thou plac'd in mans outside Death to the Common Eye That heaven within him might abide And close eternitie Hence youth and folly mans first shame Are put unto the slaughter And serious thoughts begin to tame The wise-mans-madnes Laughter Dull wretched wormes that would not keepe Within our first faire bed But out of Paradise must creepe For ev'ry foote to tread Yet had our Pilgrimage bin free And smooth without a thorne Pleasures had foil'd Eternitie And â—aâ—e had choakt the Corne Thus by the Crosse Salvation runnes Affliction is a mother Whose painefull throws yield many sons Each fairer than the other A silent teare can peirce thy throne When lowd Joyes want a wing And sweeter aires streame from a grone Than any arted string Thus Lord I see my gaine is great My lesse but little to it Yet something more I must intreate And only thou canst doe it O let me like him know my End And be as glad to find it And whatsoe'r thou shalt Commend Still let thy Servant mind it Then make my soule white as his owne My faith as pure and steddy And deck me Lord with the same Crowne Thou hast crownd him already Vanity of Spirit QUite spent with thoughts I left my Cell and lay Where a shrill spring tun'd to the early day I beg'd here long and gron'd to know Who gave the Clouds so brave a bow Who bent the spheres and circled in Corruption with this glorious Ring What is his name and how I might Descry some part of his great light I summon'd nature peirc'd through all her store Broke up some seales which none had touch'd before Her wombe her bosome and her head Where all her secrets lay a bed I rifled quite and having past Through all the Creatures came at last To search my selfe where I did find Traces and sounds of a strange kind Here of this mighty spring I found some drills With Ecchoes beaten from th' eternall hills Weake beames and fires flash'd to my sight Like a young East or Moone-shine night Wich shew'd me in a nook cast by A peece of much antiquity With Hyerogliphicks quite dismembred And broken letters scarce remembred I tooke them up and much Joy'd went about T' unite those peeces hoping to find out The mystery but this neer done That little light I had was gone It griev'd me much At last said I Since in these veyls my Ecclips'd Eye May not approach thee for at night Who can have commerce with the light I 'le disapparell and to buy But one half glaunce most gladly dye The Retreate HAppy those early dayes when I Shin'd in my Angell-infancy Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white Celestiall thought When yet I had not walkt above A mile or two from my first love And looking back at that short space Could see a glimpse of his bright-face When on some gilded Cloud or flowre My gazing soul would dwell an houre And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity Before I taught my tongue to wound My Conscience with a sinfull sound Or had the black art to dispence A sev'rall sinne to ev'ry sence But felt through all this fleshly dresse Bright shootes of everlastingnesse O how I long to travell back And tread again that ancient track That I might once more reach that plaine Where first I left my glorious traine From whence th' Inlightned spirit sees That shady City of Palme trees But ah my soul with too much stay Is drunk and staggers in the way Some men a forward motion love But I by backward steps would move And when this dust falls to the urn In that state I came return COme come what doe I here Since he is gone Each day is grown a dozen year And each houre one Come come Cut off the sum By these soil'd teares Which only thou Know'st to be true Dayes are my feares 2. Ther 's not a wind can stir Or beam passe by But strait I think though far Thy hand is nigh Come come Strike these lips dumb This restles breath That soiles thy name Will ne'r be tame Untill in death 3. Perhaps some think a tombe No house of store But a dark and seal'd up wombe Which ne'r breeds more Come come Such thoughts benum But I would be With him I weep A bed and sleep To wake in thee Midnight WHen to my Eyes Whilst deep sleep others catches Thine hoast of spyes The starres shine in their watches I doe survey Each busie Ray And how they work and wind And wish each beame My soul doth streame With the like ardour shin'd What Emanations Quick vibrations And bright stirs are there What thin Ejections Cold Affections And slow motions here 2. Thy heav'ns some say Are a firie-liquid light Which mingling aye Streames and flames thus to the sight Come then my god Shine on this bloud And water in one beame And thou shalt see Kindled by thee Both liquors burne and streame O what bright quicknes Active brightnes And celestiall flowes Will follow after On that water Which thy spirit blowes Math. Cap. 3. ver. XI I indeed baptize you with water unto repentance but he that commeth after me is mightier than I whose shooes I am not worthy to beare he shall baptize you with the holy Ghost and with fire Content PEace peace I know 't was brave But this corse fleece I shelter in is slave To no such peece When I am gone I shall no ward-robes leave To friend or sonne But what their own homes weave 2. Such though not proud nor full May make them weep And mourn to see the wooll Outlast the sheep Poore Pious weare Hadst thou bin rich or fine Perhaps that teare Had mourn'd thy losse not mine 3. Why then these curl'd puff'd points Or a laced story Death sets all out of Joint And scornes their glory Some Love a Rose In hand some in the skin But crosse to those I would have mine within JOy of my life while left me here And still my Love How in thy absence thou dost steere Me from above A life well lead This truth commends With quick or dead It never ends 2. Stars are of mighty use The night Is dark and long The Rode foul and where one goes right Six may go wrong One twinkling ray Shot o'r some cloud May clear much way And guide a croud 3. Gods Saints are shining lights who stays Here long must passe
shade Awake awake And in his Resurrection partake Who on this day that thou might'st rise as he Rose up and cancell'd two deaths due to thee Awake awake and like the Sun disperse All mists that would usurp this day Where are thy Palmes thy branches and thy verse Hosanna heark why doest thou stay Arise arise And with his healing bloud anoint thine Eys Thy inward Eys his bloud will cure thy mind Whose spittle only could restore the blind Easter Hymn DEath and darkness get you packing Nothing now to man is lacking All your triumphs now are ended And what Adam marr'd is mended Graves are beds now for the weary Death a nap to wake more merry Youth now full of pious duty Seeks in thee for perfect beauty The weak and aged tir'd with length Of daies from thee look for new strength And Infants with thy pangs Contest As pleasant as if with the brest Then unto him who thus hath thrown Even to Contempt thy kingdome down And by his blood did us advance Unto his own Inheritance To him be glory power praise From this unto the last of daies The Holy Communion WElcome sweet and sacred feast welcome life Dead I was and deep in trouble But grace and blessings came with thee so rife That they have quicken'd even drie stubble Thus soules their bodies animate And thus at first when things were rude Dark void and Crude They by thy Word their beauty had and date All were by thee And stil must be Nothing that is or lives But hath his Quicknings and reprieves As thy hand opes or shuts Healings and Cuts Darkness and day-light life and death Are but meer leaves turn'd by thy breath Spirits without thee die And blackness sits On the divinest wits As on the Sun Ecclipses lie But that great darkness at thy death When the veyl broke with thy last breath Did make us see The way to thee And now by these sure sacred ties After thy blood Our sov'rain good Had clear'd our eies And given us sight Thou dost unto thy self betroth Our souls and bodies both In everlasting light Was 't not enough that thou hadst payd the price And given us eies When we had none but thou must also take Us by the hand And keep us still awake When we would sleep Or from thee creep Who without thee cannot stand Was 't not enough to lose thy breath And blood by an accursed death But thou must also leave To us that did bereave Thee of them both these seals the means That should both cleanse And keep us so Who wrought thy wo O rose of Sharon O the Lilly Of the valley How art thou now thy flock to keep Become both food and Shepheard to thy sheep Psalm 121. UP to those bright and gladsome hils Whence flowes my weal and mirth I look and sigh for him who fils Unseen both heaven and earth He is alone my help and hope that I shall not be moved His watchful Eye is ever ope And guardeth his beloved The glorious God is my sole stay He is my Sun and shade The cold by night the heat by day Neither shall me invade He keeps me from the spite of foes Doth all their plots controul And is a shield not reckoning those Unto my very soul Whether abroad amidst the Crowd Or els within my door He is my Pillar and my Cloud Now and for evermore Affliction PEace peace It is not so Thou doest miscall Thy Physick Pils that change Thy sick Accessions into setled health This is the great Elixir that turns gall To wine and sweetness Poverty to wealth And brings man home when he doth range Did not he who ordain'd the day Ordain night too And in the greater world display What in the lesser he would do All flesh is Clay thou know'st and but that God Doth use his rod And by a fruitfull Change of frosts and showres Cherish and bind thy pow'rs Thou wouldst to weeds and thistles quite disperse And be more wild than is thy verse Sickness is wholsome and Crosses are but curbs To check the mule unruly man They are heavens husbandry the famous fan Purging the floor which Chaff disturbs Were all the year one constant Sun-shine wee should have no flowres All would be drought and leanness not a tree would make us bowres Beauty consists in colours and that 's best Which is not fixt but flies and flowes The settled Red is dull and whites that rest Something of sickness would disclose Vicissitude plaies all the game nothing that stirrs Or hath a name But waits upon this wheel Kingdomes too have their Physick and for steel Exchange their peace and furrs Thus doth God Key disorder'd man which none else can Tuning his brest to rise or fall And by a sacred needfull art Like strings stretch ev'ry part Making the whole most Musicall The Tempest HOw is man parcell'd out how ev'ry hour Shews him himself or somthing he should see This late long heaâ— may his Instruction be And tempests have more in them than a showr When nature on her bosome saw Her Infants die And all her flowres wither'd to straw Her brests grown dry She made the Earth their nurse tomb Sigh to the sky ' Til to those sighes fetch'd from her womb Rain did reply So in the midst of all her scars And faint requests Her Earnest sighes procur'd her tears And fill'd her brests O that man could do so that he would hear The world read to him all the vast expence In the Creation shed and slav'd to sence Makes up but lectures for his eie and ear Sure mighty love foreseeing the discent Of this poor Creature by a gracious art Hid in these low things snares to gain his heart And layd surprizes in each Element All things here shew him heaven waters that fall Chide and fly up Mists of corruptest some Quit their first beds mount trees herbs flowres all Strive upwards stil and point him the way home How do they cast off grossness only Earth And Man like Issachar in lodes delight Water 's refin'd to Motion Aire to Light Fire to all * three but man hath no such mirth Plants in the root with Earth do most Comply Their Leafs with water and humiditie The Flowres to air draw neer and subtiltie And seeds a kinred fire have with the sky All have their keyes and set ascents but man Though he knows these and hath more of his own Sleeps at the ladders foot alas what can These new discoveries do except they drown Thus groveling in the shade and darkness he Sinks to a dead oblivion and though all He sees like Pyramids shoot from this ball And less'ning still grow up invisibly Yet hugs he stil his durt The stuffe he wears And painted trimming take down both his eies Heaven hath less beauty than the dust he spies And money better musick than the Spheres Life 's but a blast he knows it what shal straw And bul-rush-fetters temper