University of Virginia Library



TO My dear Friend the AUTHOR.

The Son begins to rise, the Father's set:
Heav'n took away one light, and pleas'd to let
Another rise. Quarles, thy Light's divine,
And it shall teach, Darkness it self, to shine.
Each word revives thy Fathers name, his art
Is well imprinted in thy noble heart.
I've read thy pleasing lines, wherein I find
The rare Endeavors of a modest mind.
Proceed as well as thou hast well begun,
That we may see the Father by the Son.
R. L.