THE FLOWER These are Thy wonders, Lord of power, This or that is; Thy word is all, if we could spell.1 O that I once past changing were, Fast in thy Paradise where no flower can wither! Many a Spring I shoot up fair, 309 Off'ring at Heaven, growing and groaning thither; Nor doth my flower Want a Spring shower, My sins and I joining together. But while I grow in a straight line, Still upwards bent, as if Heaven were mine own, What frost to that? What pole is not the zone When Thou dost turn, And the least frown of Thine is shown? And now in age I bud again, After so many deaths I live and write; That I am he On whom Thy tempests fell all night. 1 Interpret. These are thy wonders, Lord of love, Swelling through store, Forfeit their Paradise by their pride. Geo. Herbert. CCCXLIV SELF-TRIAL LET not the sluggish sleep Thy daily deeds thou try: He that one sin in conscience keeps When he to quiet goes, More vent'rous is than he that sleeps Anon. CCCXLV THE BOOK Or this fair volume which we World do name We clear might read the art and wisdom rare : O COME QUICKLY! 311 Find out His power which wildest powers doth tame, His justice which proud rebels doth not spare, But silly we, like foolish children, rest Or, if by chance we stay our minds on aught, CCCXLVI O COME QUICKLY! NEVER weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore, Never tired pilgrim's limbs affected slumber more, Than my wearied sprite now longs to fly out of my troubled breast: O come quickly, sweetest Lord, and take my soul to rest! Ever blooming are the joys of heaven's high Paradise, Cold age deafs not there our ears nor vapour dims our eyes: Glory there the sun outshines; whose beams the Blessed only see: O come quickly, glorious Lord, and raise my sprite to Thee! T. Campion. CCCXLVII TO HIS EVER-LOVING GOD CAN I not come to Thee, my God, for these That slack my pace, but yet not make me stay? No, no, my God,-Thou know'st my wishes be CCCXLVIII Herrick. THE PULLEY WHEN God at first made Man, Having a glass of blessings standing by,— THE COLLAR So strength first made a way, 313 Then beauty flow'd, then wisdom, honour, pleasure: For if I should (said He) Bestow this jewel also on My creature, Yet let him keep the rest, But keep them with repining restlessness; CCCXLIX Geo. Herbert. THE COLLAR I STRUCK the board and cried, No more; What, shall I ever sigh and pine? My lines and life are free, free as the road, |