The poetical works of Thomas Traherne faithfully reprinted from the author's original manuscript together with Poems of Felicity reprinted from the Burney manuscript and Poems from Various Sources: Edited with preface and notes by Gladys I. Wade |
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Walking.
To walk abroad is, not with Eys,
But Thoughts, the Fields to see and prize;
Els may the silent Feet,
Like Logs of Wood,
Mov up and down, and see no Good,
Nor Joy nor Glory meet.
But Thoughts, the Fields to see and prize;
Els may the silent Feet,
Like Logs of Wood,
Mov up and down, and see no Good,
Nor Joy nor Glory meet.
Ev'n Carts and Wheels their place do change,
But cannot see; tho very strange
The Glory that is by:
Dead Puppets may
Mov in the bright and glorious Day,
Yet not behold the Sky.
But cannot see; tho very strange
The Glory that is by:
Dead Puppets may
Mov in the bright and glorious Day,
Yet not behold the Sky.
And are not Men than they more blind,
Who having Eys yet never find
The Bliss in which they mov:
Like Statues dead
They up and down are carried,
Yet neither see nor lov.
Who having Eys yet never find
The Bliss in which they mov:
Like Statues dead
They up and down are carried,
Yet neither see nor lov.
To walk is by a Thought to go;
To mov in Spirit to and fro;
To mind the Good we see;
To taste the Sweet;
Observing all the things we meet
How choice and rich they be.
To mov in Spirit to and fro;
To mind the Good we see;
To taste the Sweet;
Observing all the things we meet
How choice and rich they be.
To note the Beauty of the Day,
And golden Fields of Corn survey;
Admire each pretty Flow'r
With its sweet Smell;
To prais their Maker, and to tell
The Marks of His Great Pow'r.
And golden Fields of Corn survey;
Admire each pretty Flow'r
With its sweet Smell;
To prais their Maker, and to tell
The Marks of His Great Pow'r.
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To fly abroad like activ Bees,
Among the Hedges and the Trees,
To cull the Dew that lies
On evry Blade,
From evry Blossom; till we lade
Our Minds, as they their Thighs.
Among the Hedges and the Trees,
To cull the Dew that lies
On evry Blade,
From evry Blossom; till we lade
Our Minds, as they their Thighs.
Observ those rich and glorious things,
The Rivers, Meadows, Woods, and Springs,
The fructifying Sun;
To note from far
The Rising of each Twinkling Star
For us his Race to run.
The Rivers, Meadows, Woods, and Springs,
The fructifying Sun;
To note from far
The Rising of each Twinkling Star
For us his Race to run.
A little Child these well perceivs,
Who, tumbling in green Grass and Leaves,
May Rich as Kings be thought,
But there's a Sight
Which perfect Manhood may delight,
To which we shall be brought.
Who, tumbling in green Grass and Leaves,
May Rich as Kings be thought,
But there's a Sight
Which perfect Manhood may delight,
To which we shall be brought.
While in those pleasant Paths we talk
'Tis that tow'rds which at last we walk;
For we may by degrees
Wisely proceed
Pleasures of Lov and Prais to heed,
From viewing Herbs and Trees.
'Tis that tow'rds which at last we walk;
For we may by degrees
Wisely proceed
Pleasures of Lov and Prais to heed,
From viewing Herbs and Trees.
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