Silex Scintillans or Sacred Poems and Priuate Eiaculations: By Henry Vaughan |
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Resurrection and Immortality
By that new, and living way, which he hath prepared for us,
through the veile, which is his flesh.
Heb. cap. 10. ve: 20.
Body.
1.
Oft have I seen, when that renewing breathThat binds, and loosens death
Inspir'd a quickning power through the dead
Creatures a bed,
Some drowsie silk-worme creepe
From that long sleepe
And in weake, infant hummings chime, and knell
About her silent Cell
Untill at last full with the vitall Ray
She wing'd away,
And proud with life, and sence,
Heav'ns rich Expence,
Esteem'd (vaine things!) of two whole Elements
As meane, and span-extents.
Shall I then thinke such providence will be
Lesse friend to me?
Or that he can endure to be unjust
Who keeps his Covenant even with our dust.
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2.
Poore, querulous handfull! was't for thisI taught thee all that is?
Unbowel'd nature, shew'd thee her recruits,
And Change of suits
And how of death we make
A meere mistake,
For no thing can to Nothing fall, but still
Incorporates by skill,
And then returns, and from the wombe of things
Such treasure brings
As Phenix-like renew'th
Both life, and youth;
For a preserving spirit doth still passe
Untainted through this Masse,
Which doth resolve, produce, and ripen all
That to it sall;
Nor are those births which we
Thus suffering see
Destroy'd at all; But when times restles wave
Their substance doth deprave
And the more noble Essence finds his house
Sickly, and loose,
He, ever young, doth wing
Unto that spring,
And source of spirits, where he takes his lot
Till time no more shall rot
His passive Cottage; which (though laid aside,)
Like some spruce Bride,
Shall one day rise, and cloath'd with shining light
All pure, and bright
Re-marry to the soule, for 'tis most plaine
Thou only fal'st to be refin'd againe.
3.
Then I that here saw darkly in a glasseBut mists, and shadows passe,
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And Course of things
Shall with Inlightned Rayes
Peirce all their wayes;
And as thou saw'st, I in a thought could goe
To heav'n, or Earth below
To reade some Starre, or Min'rall, and in State
There often sate,
So shalt thou then with me
(Both wing'd, and free,)
Rove in that mighty, and eternall light
Where no rude shade, or night
Shall dare approach us; we shall there no more
Watch stars, or pore
Through melancholly clouds, and say
Mould it were Day!
One everlasting Saboth there shall runne
Without Succession, and without a Sunne.
But goe thou thy way untill the end be, for thou shalt rest, and stand up in thy lot, at the end of the dayes.
Dan: Cap: 12. ver: 13.
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