Divine raptvres or piety in poesie Digested Into a Queint Diversity of sacred fancies. Composed by Tho. Iordan |
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A Meditation on the Flowers of the Sunne.
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A Meditation on the Flowers of the Sunne.
Marke how the flowers at night doe hang their headsAs if they'd drop their leaves into their beds,
But when the morning sunne doth once arise
They represent their glory to mine eyes,
Then they unvaile their tops, and doe attire
Themselves in beauty, as the Sunne goes higher.
Thus Lord thy Saints on earth, when thou do'st hide,
They cover all the glory of their pride,
Their drooping soules doe wither, all their mirth
Is gone, they finde no pleasure in the earth:
But when the Sunne of righteousnesse appeares,
Then they display their beauty, and their feares
Are all extinct: O Lord doe thou make me
Thy Saint, that I may fall and rise with thee.
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