Men-Miracles With other Poemes. By M. LL. St [i.e.Martin Lluelyn] |
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Caroll, Sung to His Majesty on Twelfe-day, being the Epiphany, 1645.
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Caroll, Sung to His Majesty on Twelfe-day, being the Epiphany, 1645.
From
Arabia's fragrant wombe,
Where the Phænix built her Tombe,
When imbalm'd in Spice she lies,
And is both Preist and Sacrifice:
The learned Magi journey one to see,
More Phænix, and more wonder farre then she.
With greedy Eyes the Starre is view'd,
Not for effects or altitude,
When for such Aimes our sight's allowd,
We see a Starre, but graspe a Cloud.
“Astronomy, and her Adorers blest,
“When one Starre guides to him that made the rest.
Where the Phænix built her Tombe,
When imbalm'd in Spice she lies,
And is both Preist and Sacrifice:
The learned Magi journey one to see,
More Phænix, and more wonder farre then she.
With greedy Eyes the Starre is view'd,
Not for effects or altitude,
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We see a Starre, but graspe a Cloud.
“Astronomy, and her Adorers blest,
“When one Starre guides to him that made the rest.
Through Woods and Dennes their way they tooke,
“Zeale can danger quite ore-looke.
And to like progresse are you bound,
Cause you'ld not part with what they found.
Onely this difference from your Journey springs,
You meet with many Herods, but no Kings.
“Zeale can danger quite ore-looke.
And to like progresse are you bound,
Cause you'ld not part with what they found.
Onely this difference from your Journey springs,
You meet with many Herods, but no Kings.
For as both Flowers and Thornes may tend,
And guide to the same journeys end.
So your returne stands as it stood,
Most firme and sure, though't be through bloud.
“The wise Kings whom the Tyrant forc't to stray,
“Came home at last, although another way.
And guide to the same journeys end.
So your returne stands as it stood,
Most firme and sure, though't be through bloud.
“The wise Kings whom the Tyrant forc't to stray,
“Came home at last, although another way.
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