Silex Scintillans or Sacred Poems and Priuate Eiaculations: By Henry Vaughan |
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[Joy of my life! while left me here] |
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[Joy of my life! while left me here]
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Joy of my life! while left me here,And still my Love!
How in thy absence thou dost steere
Me from above!
A life well lead
This truth commends,
With quick, or dead
It never ends.
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Stars are of mighty use: The nightIs dark, and long;
The Rode foul, and where one goes right,
Six may go wrong.
One twinkling ray
Shot o'r some cloud,
May clear much way
And guide a croud.
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Gods Saints are shining lights: who staysHere long must passe
O're dark hills, swift streames, and steep ways
As smooth as glasse;
But these all night
Like Candles, shed
Their beams, and light
Us into Bed.
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They are (indeed,) our Pillar-firesSeen as we go,
They are that Cities shining spires
We travell too;
A swordlike gleame
Kept man for sin
First Out; This beame
Will guide him In.
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