The Works in Verse and Prose (including hitherto unpublished Mss.) of Sir John Davies: for the first time collected and edited: With memorial-introductions and notes: By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In three volumes |
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HYMNE XIV. Of the Sun-beames of her Mind.
Exceeding glorious is the starre,
Let vs behold her beames afarre
In a side line reflected;
Sight bears them not, when neere they are,
And in right lines directed.
Let vs behold her beames afarre
In a side line reflected;
Sight bears them not, when neere they are,
And in right lines directed.
Behold her in her vertues' beames,
Extending sun-like to all realmes;
The sunne none viewes too neerly;
Her well of goodnes in these streames,
Appeares right well and clearely.
Extending sun-like to all realmes;
The sunne none viewes too neerly;
Her well of goodnes in these streames,
Appeares right well and clearely.
Radiant vertues, if your light
Enfeeble the best iudgement's sight,
Great splendor aboue measure
Is in the minde from whence you flow:
No wit may haue accesse to know,
And view so bright a treasure.
Enfeeble the best iudgement's sight,
Great splendor aboue measure
Is in the minde from whence you flow:
No wit may haue accesse to know,
And view so bright a treasure.
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