O more exceeding love, or law more just? And that great covenant which we still transgress And the full wrath beside Of vengeful justice bore for our excess, And seals obedience first with wounding smart This day; but oh! ere long, Huge pangs and strong Will pierce more near his heart. 20 THE PASSION I. EREWHILE of music, and ethereal mirth, In wintry solstice like the shortened light II. For now to sorrow must I tune my song, And set my harp to notes of saddest woe, Which on our dearest Lord did seize ere long, Dangers, and snares, and wrongs, and worse than so, Which he for us did freely undergo: Most perfect Hero, tried in heaviest plight Of labours huge and hard, too hard for human wight! III. He, sovran Priest, stooping his regal head, His starry front low-roofed beneath the skies: 20 Yet more the stroke of death he must abide; Then lies him meekly down fast by his brethren's side. IV. These latest scenes confine my roving verse; His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce, Of lute, or viol still, more apt for mournful things. V. Befriend me, Night, best patroness of grief! That heaven and earth are coloured with my woe; My sorrows are too dark for day to know: 30 The leaves should all be black whereon I write, And letters, where my tears have washed, a wannish white. VI. See, see the chariot, and those rushing wheels, 40 VII. Mine eye hath found that sad sepulchral rock For sure so well instructed are my tears VIII. Or, should I thence, hurried on viewless wing, Might think the infection of my sorrows loud 50 This Subject the Author finding to be above the years he had when he wrote it, and nothing satisfied with what was begun, left it unfinished. ON TIME FLY, envious Time, till thou run out thy race: So little is our loss, So little is thy gain! For, whenas each thing bad thou hast entombed, ΤΟ Then long Eternity shall greet our bliss And Joy shall overtake us as a flood; And perfectly divine, With Truth, and Peace, and Love, shall ever shine Of Him, to whose happy-making sight alone When once our heavenly-guided soul shall climb, Attired with stars we shall for ever sit, 20 Triumphing over Death, and Chance, and thee, O Time! AT A SOLEMN MUSIC BLEST pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy, With saintly shout and solemn jubilee; Singing everlastingly : That we on Earth, with undiscording voice, 10 20 Broke the fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord, whose love their motion swayed In perfect diapason, whilst they stood In first obedience, and their state of good. O, may we soon again renew that song, And keep in tune with Heaven, till God ere long To live with him, and sing in endless morn of light! SONG ON MAY MORNING Now the bright morning-star, Day's harbinger, ON SHAKESPEARE. 1630 WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones. The labour of an age in pilèd stones? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument. ΤΟ |