Du Bartas His Divine Weekes And Workes with A Compleate Collectio[n] of all the other most delight-full Workes: Translated and written by yt famous Philomusus: Iosvah Sylvester |
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 | Du Bartas |  |
1114
NEW-HIERVSALEM.
My Heart (as Hart for Water) thirsts
For Life's eternall Fount:
My Soule, my Bodies Prisoner, longs,
From Prison free, to mount;
Sighes, sues, pursues, poor exile here,
Her Countrey to recover;
Too-abiect, subiect to Disgrace,
And too-too-triumpht-over.
For Life's eternall Fount:
My Soule, my Bodies Prisoner, longs,
From Prison free, to mount;
Sighes, sues, pursues, poor exile here,
Her Countrey to recover;
Too-abiect, subiect to Disgrace,
And too-too-triumpht-over.
Shee seems to see the Glory now,
Which, when she sinn'd, shee lost:
An instant Ill, of Good for-gone
Augments the Memory most.
Which, when she sinn'd, shee lost:
An instant Ill, of Good for-gone
Augments the Memory most.
But, of celestiall Soverain Bliss,
Who can set-forth the Solace!
Where stands, of ever-living Stones,
An ever-lasting Palace;
The lofty Roofes and stately Roomes,
Reflecting golden beames:
The Gates and goodly Walls about,
Of rich and orient Gemms:
The Streets, all pav'd with purest Gold,
As smooth as any Glass-is:
No Foile, no Soile, no Sorrow there;
No Sicknesse thither passes.
No Winter's Frost, no Summer's Toast,
Doth there Distemper bring:
But, Flowers, perpetuall flowring there,
Make there perpetuall Spring.
There, Balsam, Saffron, Lilly, Rose,
Doe sweat, sent, shine, and blush:
There, Mead, & Field, spring, spire, & yeeld;
Rills, Milke and Hony gush:
There Aromaticks breath-about
Their odoriferous Aire:
There, ever dangle dainty Fruits
On Trees still blooming faire:
There, never Moon doth wax or wane,
Nor Sun, nor Stars decline;
But There, the Lamb (the Light of Lights)
Eternally doth shine.
There, Time hath no alternate Term;
No Night, but ever Day;
For, There, the Saincts are (as the Sun)
Most Bright, in white Aray;
Triumphant; after Conquest, crow'nd,
In mutuall Ioy they greet;
Recounting safe the Battels fought,
Their Foes now vnder-feet;
Pure, purifi'd from dregs and dross;
From fleshly Combats freed:
Their Flesh, made spirituall, with the Spirit,
In One self-same agreed:
In perfect and perpetuall Peace;
Subiect no more to sinning:
Obnoxious nor to Change, nor Chance
Return'd to their Beginning:
And Face to Face for ever see
All Beauties Glory bright,
Possessing sempiternall Ioyes,
In that supernall Sight
(The Sight of God, the Soverain Good,
The Sun of Happiness,
Such as no heart can heer comprise,
Nor any Art express.)
Installed in a Bliss full State
Of Glory, still The same;
As sure, as pure, from Faile or Fall,
From Sorrow, Sin, and Shame.
All ioyous, lively, lovely, bright,
To no Mis-hap exposed:
No Danger, Death, Disease, nor Age;
In Health and Youth reposed.
Henceforth, for all Eternity,
They flourish fresh and green:
For, Death is dead, Time termined,
Corruption conquer'd cleen.
Now know they Him, that knoweth All.
And in beholding Him
They All behold (as in a Glass)
Before them bright and brim.
In Vnity of minde combin'd,
One very thing they Will;
And ever Constant, never cross,
One and the same they Nill.
As heer in Grace, in Glory there,
Though diversly, they shine:
Loue equall's All; Each louing All
With mutuall Love divine,
So that the Good of Every-one
Becoms of all the Good.
Where is the Body, thither right
Right Eagle-shoales doe scud;
Where-with, with Angels, Saincted-soules
Are aye refresht and fed
(For, Either Countrie's Burgesses
Are nourisht with One Bread)
And ever fain, though ever full;
Wishing but What they have:
Not sated with Satietie;
Nor needing more to crave:
Desiring still, their fill they eate;
And eating, still desire.
Still new melodious Songs they sound
With Heav'ns harmonious Quire;
And Organs Worthy (for His Worth
Through Whom they over-came)
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, Praise
To His most Holy Name.
Who can set-forth the Solace!
Where stands, of ever-living Stones,
An ever-lasting Palace;
The lofty Roofes and stately Roomes,
Reflecting golden beames:
The Gates and goodly Walls about,
Of rich and orient Gemms:
The Streets, all pav'd with purest Gold,
As smooth as any Glass-is:
No Foile, no Soile, no Sorrow there;
No Sicknesse thither passes.
No Winter's Frost, no Summer's Toast,
Doth there Distemper bring:
But, Flowers, perpetuall flowring there,
Make there perpetuall Spring.
There, Balsam, Saffron, Lilly, Rose,
Doe sweat, sent, shine, and blush:
There, Mead, & Field, spring, spire, & yeeld;
Rills, Milke and Hony gush:
There Aromaticks breath-about
Their odoriferous Aire:
There, ever dangle dainty Fruits
On Trees still blooming faire:
There, never Moon doth wax or wane,
Nor Sun, nor Stars decline;
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Eternally doth shine.
There, Time hath no alternate Term;
No Night, but ever Day;
For, There, the Saincts are (as the Sun)
Most Bright, in white Aray;
Triumphant; after Conquest, crow'nd,
In mutuall Ioy they greet;
Recounting safe the Battels fought,
Their Foes now vnder-feet;
Pure, purifi'd from dregs and dross;
From fleshly Combats freed:
Their Flesh, made spirituall, with the Spirit,
In One self-same agreed:
In perfect and perpetuall Peace;
Subiect no more to sinning:
Obnoxious nor to Change, nor Chance
Return'd to their Beginning:
And Face to Face for ever see
All Beauties Glory bright,
Possessing sempiternall Ioyes,
In that supernall Sight
(The Sight of God, the Soverain Good,
The Sun of Happiness,
Such as no heart can heer comprise,
Nor any Art express.)
Installed in a Bliss full State
Of Glory, still The same;
As sure, as pure, from Faile or Fall,
From Sorrow, Sin, and Shame.
All ioyous, lively, lovely, bright,
To no Mis-hap exposed:
No Danger, Death, Disease, nor Age;
In Health and Youth reposed.
Henceforth, for all Eternity,
They flourish fresh and green:
For, Death is dead, Time termined,
Corruption conquer'd cleen.
Now know they Him, that knoweth All.
And in beholding Him
They All behold (as in a Glass)
Before them bright and brim.
In Vnity of minde combin'd,
One very thing they Will;
And ever Constant, never cross,
One and the same they Nill.
As heer in Grace, in Glory there,
Though diversly, they shine:
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With mutuall Love divine,
So that the Good of Every-one
Becoms of all the Good.
Where is the Body, thither right
Right Eagle-shoales doe scud;
Where-with, with Angels, Saincted-soules
Are aye refresht and fed
(For, Either Countrie's Burgesses
Are nourisht with One Bread)
And ever fain, though ever full;
Wishing but What they have:
Not sated with Satietie;
Nor needing more to crave:
Desiring still, their fill they eate;
And eating, still desire.
Still new melodious Songs they sound
With Heav'ns harmonious Quire;
And Organs Worthy (for His Worth
Through Whom they over-came)
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy, Praise
To His most Holy Name.
O happy, happy, happy, Soules,
That see Heav'ns King, above;
And vnderneath-them Sun and Moon,
And all the World to moove!
That see Heav'ns King, above;
And vnderneath-them Sun and Moon,
And all the World to moove!
O Christ, victorious Lord of Hoasts,
So lead my Soule and Heart,
That, having fought, as heer I ought,
I may have there a Part
Among that Blessed Hierarchie,
In Happiness supreme,
A free and fellow-Citizen
Of Nevv-Iervsalem.
Vouchsafe me Grace, to run my Race,
And strenuously to strive
Vnto the End, that in the End
I may the Crowne atchive:
Not for My Work, but for Thy Worth;
Thy Mercy, not My Merit:
So Laud and Prayse be sung alwaies
To Father, Sonne, and Spirit.
So lead my Soule and Heart,
That, having fought, as heer I ought,
I may have there a Part
Among that Blessed Hierarchie,
In Happiness supreme,
A free and fellow-Citizen
Of Nevv-Iervsalem.
Vouchsafe me Grace, to run my Race,
And strenuously to strive
Vnto the End, that in the End
I may the Crowne atchive:
Not for My Work, but for Thy Worth;
Thy Mercy, not My Merit:
So Laud and Prayse be sung alwaies
To Father, Sonne, and Spirit.
TRIN-VNI DEO Creatori, Redemptori, Directori Meo,
GLORIA In Secula-Seculorum. Amen.
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