Divine poems Containing The History of Ionah. Ester. Iob. Sampson. Sions Sonets. Elegies. Written and newly augmented, by Fra: Quarles |
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Meditat. 14.
Cheere up, and caroll forth your silver ditie,
(Heavens winged quiristers) and fil your City
(The new Ierusalem) with jolly mirth:
The Church hath peace in heaven, hath peace on earth:
Spread forth your golden pinions, and cleave
The flitting skies; dismount, and quite bereave
Our stupid senses with your heavenly mirth,
For loe, there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth:
Let Hallelujah fill your warbling tongues,
And let the ayre, compos'd of saintly songs,
Breathe such celestiall Sonnets in our eares;
That whosoe're this heav'nly musicke heares,
May stand amaz'd, & (ravisht at the mirth)
Chāt forth, there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth;
Let mountaines clap their joyfull, joyfull hands,
And let the lesser hils trace o're the lands
In equall measure; and resounding woods
Bow downe your heads, and kisse your neighb'ring floods:
Let peace and love exalt your key of mirth;
For now there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth:
You holy Temples of the highest King.
Triumph with joy; Your sacred Anthemes sing;
Chant forth your Hymns, & heav'nly roundelaies,
And touch your Organs on their louder keyes:
For Haman's dead, that dāted al your myrth,
And now there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth:
Proud Haman's dead, whose life disturb'd thy rest,
Who sought to cut, and seare thy Lilly brest;
The rav'nous Fox, that did annoyance bring
Vnto the Vineyard,'s taken in a Spring.
(Heavens winged quiristers) and fil your City
(The new Ierusalem) with jolly mirth:
The Church hath peace in heaven, hath peace on earth:
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The flitting skies; dismount, and quite bereave
Our stupid senses with your heavenly mirth,
For loe, there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth:
Let Hallelujah fill your warbling tongues,
And let the ayre, compos'd of saintly songs,
Breathe such celestiall Sonnets in our eares;
That whosoe're this heav'nly musicke heares,
May stand amaz'd, & (ravisht at the mirth)
Chāt forth, there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth;
Let mountaines clap their joyfull, joyfull hands,
And let the lesser hils trace o're the lands
In equall measure; and resounding woods
Bow downe your heads, and kisse your neighb'ring floods:
Let peace and love exalt your key of mirth;
For now there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth:
You holy Temples of the highest King.
Triumph with joy; Your sacred Anthemes sing;
Chant forth your Hymns, & heav'nly roundelaies,
And touch your Organs on their louder keyes:
For Haman's dead, that dāted al your myrth,
And now there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth:
Proud Haman's dead, whose life disturb'd thy rest,
Who sought to cut, and seare thy Lilly brest;
The rav'nous Fox, that did annoyance bring
Vnto the Vineyard,'s taken in a Spring.
Seem'd not thy Spouse unkind, to hear thee weep
And not redresse thee? Seem'd he not asleepe?
No, (Sion) no, he heard thy bitter pray'r,
But let thee weepe, for weeping makes thee faire.
The morning Sun reflects, and shines most bright,
When Pilgrims grope in darknesse all the night:
The Church must conquer, e're she gets the prize,
But there's no conquest, where's no enemies:
The day is thine; In triumph make thy mirth,
For now there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth:
What man's so dull, or in his brains undone,
To say, (because he sees not) There's no Sun?
Weake is the faith, upon a sudden griefe,
That sayes, (because not now) There's no reliefe:
God's bound to helpe, but loves to see men sue:
Though datelesse, yet the bond's not present due.
And not redresse thee? Seem'd he not asleepe?
No, (Sion) no, he heard thy bitter pray'r,
But let thee weepe, for weeping makes thee faire.
The morning Sun reflects, and shines most bright,
When Pilgrims grope in darknesse all the night:
The Church must conquer, e're she gets the prize,
But there's no conquest, where's no enemies:
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For now there's peace in heav'n, there's peace on earth:
What man's so dull, or in his brains undone,
To say, (because he sees not) There's no Sun?
Weake is the faith, upon a sudden griefe,
That sayes, (because not now) There's no reliefe:
God's bound to helpe, but loves to see men sue:
Though datelesse, yet the bond's not present due.
Like to the sorrowes of our child-bed wives,
Is the sad pilgrimage of humane lives:
Is the sad pilgrimage of humane lives:
But when by throes God sends a joyfull birth,
Then find we peace in heav'n, & peace on earth.
Then find we peace in heav'n, & peace on earth.
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