Silex Scintillans or Sacred Poems and Priuate Eiaculations: By Henry Vaughan |
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[Silence, and stealth of dayes! 'tis now] |
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[Silence, and stealth of dayes! 'tis now]
Silence, and stealth of dayes! 'tis nowSince thou art gone,
Twelve hundred houres, and not a brow
But Clouds hang on.
As he that in some Caves thick damp
Lockt from the light,
Fixeth a solitary lamp,
To brave the night,
And walking from his Sun, when past
That glim'ring Ray
Cuts through the heavy mists in haste
Back to his day,
So o'r fled minutes I retreat
Unto that hour
Which shew'd thee last, but did defeat
Thy light, and pow'r,
I search, and rack my soul to see
Those beams again,
But nothing but the snuft to me
Appeareth plain;
That dark, and dead sleeps in its known,
And common urn,
But those fled to their Makers throne,
There shine, and burn;
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Track one the other,
And now the spirit, not the dust
Must be thy brother.
Yet I have one Pearle by whose light
All things I see,
And in the heart of Earth, and night
Find Heaven, and thee.
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