Silex Scintillans or Sacred Poems and Priuate Eiaculations: By Henry Vaughan |
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[And do they so? have they a Sense]
Etenim res Creatæ exerto Capite observantes expectant revelationem Filiorum Dei.
Rom. Cap. 8. ver. 19.
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And do they so? have they a SenseOf ought but Influence?
Can they their heads lift, and expect,
And grone too? why th' Elect
Can do no more: my volumes sed
They were all dull, and dead,
They judg'd them senslesse, and their state
Wholly Inanimate.
Go, go; Seal up thy looks,
And burn thy books.
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I would I were a stone, or tree,Or flowre by pedigree,
Or some poor high-way herb, or Spring
To flow, or bird to sing!
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All day expect my date;
But I am sadly loose, and stray
A giddy blast each way;
O let me not thus range!
Thou canst not change.
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Sometimes I fit with thee, and tarryAn hour, or so, then vary.
Thy other Creatures in this Scene
Thee only aym, and mean;
Some rise to seek thee, and with heads
Erect peep from their beds;
Others, whose birth is in the tomb,
And cannot quit the womb,
Sigh there, and grone for thee,
Their liberty.
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O let not me do lesse! shall theyWatch, while I sleep, or play?
Shall I thy mercies still abuse
With sancies, friends, or newes?
O brook it not! thy bloud is mine,
And my soul should be thine;
O brook it not! why wilt thou stop
After whole showres one drop?
Sure, thou wilt joy to see
Thy sheep with thee.
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