Still single heard, while these agree RIGHTEOUSNESS. 1 Fair, solitary path! whose blessed shades 2 Who is the man that walks in thee? who loves Heaven's secret solitude, those fair abodes, Where turtles build, and careless sparrows move, Without to-morrow's evils and future loads? 3 Who hath the upright heart, the single eye, The clean, pure hand, which never meddled pitch? Who sees invisibles, and doth comply 4 5 With hidden treasures that make truly rich? He that doth seek and love The things above, Whose spirit ever poor is, meek, and low; Who simple still and wise, Still homeward flies, Quick to advance, and to retreat most slow. Whose acts, words, and pretence Have all one sense, One aim and end; who walks not by his sight; Whose eyes are both put out, And goes about Guided by faith, not by exterior light. 6 7 8 9 10 Who spills no blood, nor spreads Thorns in the beds Of the distressed, hasting their overthrow; Like chronic pains, which surely kill, though slow. Who knows earth nothing hath But in his Hope and Rock is ever glad. When with the ease And health of conscience it is to be had. Who bears his cross with joy, His heart and tongue in prayers for his foes; And gives full aid Without that bribe which usurers impose. Who never looks on man Fearful and wan, But firmly trusts in God; the great man's measure, Be ta'en in dust; But the good man is God's peculiar treasure. Who doth thus, and doth not These good deeds blot With bad, or with neglect; and heaps not wrath Some snake, or weeds, Cheating himself-That man walks in this path. JACOB'S PILLOW AND PILLAR. I see the temple in thy pillar reared, And that dread glory which thy children feared, Unto thy solitary self is shown. 'Tis number makes a schism: throngs are rude, This made him put on clouds, and fire, and smoke; The first true worship of the world's great King From private and selected hearts did spring; But he most willing to save all mankind, Enlarged that light, and to the bad was kind. Hence catholic or universal came A most fair notion, but a very name. For this rich pearl, like some more common stone, And Satan's seat, in all her coasts hath light; But blessed Jacob, though thy sad distress Was just the same with ours, and nothing less; For thou a brother, and bloodthirsty too, Didst fly, whose children wrought thy children's woe: On stones didst sleep, and found'st but cold relief; 1 THE FEAST. Oh, come away, Make no delay, Come while my heart is clean and steady! Adorn the place, Making dust and ashes ready! 1 Obadiah 10; Amos i. 11. 2 3 No bliss here lent Is permanent, Such triumphs poor flesh cannot merit; Endear delights: Who seeks for more he would inherit. Come then, true bread, Quickening the dead, Whose eater shall not, cannot die! Come, antedate On me that state, Which brings poor dust the victory. 5 6 Which from thine eye Breaks as the day doth from the east, Like tears doth shew The sad world wept to be released. Spring up, O wine, And springing shine With some glad message from his heart, Who did, when slain, These means ordain For me to have in him a part! Such a sure part In his blest heart, The well where living waters spring, That, with it fed, Poor dust, though dead, Shall rise again, and live, and sing. |