Silex Scintillans sacred poems and private ejaculations. The second Edition, In two Books; By Henry Vaughan, Silurist |
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Providence.
Sacred and secret hand!
By whose assisting, swift command
The Angel shewd that holy Well,
Which freed poor Hagar from her fears,
And turn'd to smiles the begging tears
Of yong, distressed Ishmael.
By whose assisting, swift command
The Angel shewd that holy Well,
Which freed poor Hagar from her fears,
And turn'd to smiles the begging tears
Of yong, distressed Ishmael.
How in a mystick Cloud
(Which doth thy strange sure mercies shroud)
Doest thou convey man food and money
Unseen by him, till they arrive
Just at his mouth, that thankless hive
Which kills thy Bees, and eats thy honey!
(Which doth thy strange sure mercies shroud)
Doest thou convey man food and money
Unseen by him, till they arrive
Just at his mouth, that thankless hive
Which kills thy Bees, and eats thy honey!
If I thy servant be
(Whose service makes ev'n captives free,)
A fish shall all my tribute pay,
The swift-wing'd Raven shall bring me meat,
And I, like Flowers shall still go neat,
As if I knew no moneth but May.
(Whose service makes ev'n captives free,)
A fish shall all my tribute pay,
The swift-wing'd Raven shall bring me meat,
And I, like Flowers shall still go neat,
As if I knew no moneth but May.
I will not fear what man,
With all his plots and power can;
Bags that wax old may plundered be,
But none can sequester or let
A state that with the Sun doth set
And comes next morning fresh as he.
With all his plots and power can;
Bags that wax old may plundered be,
But none can sequester or let
A state that with the Sun doth set
And comes next morning fresh as he.
Poor birds this doctrine sing,
And herbs which on dry hills do spring
Or in the howling wilderness
Do know thy dewy morning-hours,
And watch all night for mists or showers,
Then drink and praise thy bounteousness.
And herbs which on dry hills do spring
Or in the howling wilderness
Do know thy dewy morning-hours,
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Then drink and praise thy bounteousness.
May he for ever dye
Who trusts not thee! but wretchedly
Hunts gold and wealth, and will not lend
Thy service, nor his soul one day:
May his Crown, like his hopes, be clay,
And what he saves, may his foes spend!
Who trusts not thee! but wretchedly
Hunts gold and wealth, and will not lend
Thy service, nor his soul one day:
May his Crown, like his hopes, be clay,
And what he saves, may his foes spend!
If all my portion here,
The measure given by thee each year
Were by my causless enemies
Usurp'd; it never should me grieve
Who know, how well thou canst relieve,
Whose hands are open as thine eyes.
The measure given by thee each year
Were by my causless enemies
Usurp'd; it never should me grieve
Who know, how well thou canst relieve,
Whose hands are open as thine eyes.
Great King of love and truth!
Who would'st not hate my froward youth,
And wilt not leave me, when grown old;
Gladly will I, like Pontick sheep,
Unto their wormwood-diet keep
Since thou hast made thy Arm my fold.
Who would'st not hate my froward youth,
And wilt not leave me, when grown old;
Gladly will I, like Pontick sheep,
Unto their wormwood-diet keep
Since thou hast made thy Arm my fold.
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