Silex Scintillans sacred poems and private ejaculations. The second Edition, In two Books; By Henry Vaughan, Silurist |
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The Agreement.
I wrote it down. But one that saw
And envyed that Record, did since
Such a mist over my minde draw,
It quite forgot that purpos'd glimpse.
I read it sadly oft, but still
Simply believ'd, 'twas not my Quill,
And envyed that Record, did since
Such a mist over my minde draw,
It quite forgot that purpos'd glimpse.
I read it sadly oft, but still
Simply believ'd, 'twas not my Quill,
At length, my lifes kinde Angel came,
And with his bright and busie wing
Scatt'ring that cloud, shewd me the flame
Which strait, like Morning stars did sing,
And shine, and point me to a place,
Which all the year sees the Suns face.
And with his bright and busie wing
Scatt'ring that cloud, shewd me the flame
Which strait, like Morning stars did sing,
And shine, and point me to a place,
Which all the year sees the Suns face.
O beamy book! O my mid-day
Exterminating fears and night!
The mount, whose white Ascendents may
Be in conjunction with true light!
My thoughts, when towards thee they move,
Glitter and kindle with thy love.
Exterminating fears and night!
The mount, whose white Ascendents may
Be in conjunction with true light!
My thoughts, when towards thee they move,
Glitter and kindle with thy love.
Thou art the oyl and the wine-house:
Thine are the present healing leaves,
Blown from the tree of life to us
By his breath whom my dead heart heaves.
Each page of thine hath true life in't,
And Gods bright minde exprest in print.
Thine are the present healing leaves,
Blown from the tree of life to us
By his breath whom my dead heart heaves.
Each page of thine hath true life in't,
And Gods bright minde exprest in print.
Most modern books are blots on thee,
Their doctrine chaff and windy fits:
Darken'd along, as their scribes be,
With those foul storms, when they were writ;
While the mans zeal lays out and blends
Onely self-worship and self-ends.
Their doctrine chaff and windy fits:
Darken'd along, as their scribes be,
With those foul storms, when they were writ;
While the mans zeal lays out and blends
Onely self-worship and self-ends.
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Thou art the faithful, pearly rock,
The Hive of beamy, living lights,
Ever the same, whose diffus'd stock
Entire still, wears out blackest nights.
Thy lines are rays, the true Sun sheds;
Thy leaves are healing wings he spreads.
The Hive of beamy, living lights,
Ever the same, whose diffus'd stock
Entire still, wears out blackest nights.
Thy lines are rays, the true Sun sheds;
Thy leaves are healing wings he spreads.
For until thou didst comfort me,
I had not one poor word to say:
Thick busie clouds did multiply,
And said, I was no childe of day;
They said, my own hands did remove
That candle given me from above.
I had not one poor word to say:
Thick busie clouds did multiply,
And said, I was no childe of day;
They said, my own hands did remove
That candle given me from above.
O God! I know and do confess
My sins are great and still prevail,
Most heynous sins and numberless!
But thy Compassions cannot fail.
If thy sure mercies can be broken,
Then all is true, my foes have spoken.
My sins are great and still prevail,
Most heynous sins and numberless!
But thy Compassions cannot fail.
If thy sure mercies can be broken,
Then all is true, my foes have spoken.
But while time runs, and after it
Eternity, which never ends,
Quite through them both, still infinite
Thy Covenant by Christ extends;
No sins of frailty, nor of youth
Can foil his merits, and thy truth.
Eternity, which never ends,
Quite through them both, still infinite
Thy Covenant by Christ extends;
No sins of frailty, nor of youth
Can foil his merits, and thy truth.
And this I hourly finde, for thou
Dost still renew, and purge and heal:
Thy care and love, which joyntly flow
New Cordials, new Catharties deal.
But were I once cast off by thee
I know (my God!) this would not be.
Dost still renew, and purge and heal:
Thy care and love, which joyntly flow
New Cordials, new Catharties deal.
But were I once cast off by thee
I know (my God!) this would not be.
Wherefore with tears (tears by thee sent)
I beg, my faith may never fail!
And when in death my speech is spent,
O let that silence then prevail!
O chase in that cold calm my foes,
And hear my hearts last private throws!
I beg, my faith may never fail!
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O let that silence then prevail!
O chase in that cold calm my foes,
And hear my hearts last private throws!
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