The angel wrote, and ornished. The wat It came again, night And shewd the names whom love of god had berid, Here on this bless Thanksging tight, The raise to the am gratiful voico; For what then doest, Lad, is right And thus believing, que ryoies. CHILD POEMS OF RELIGION. For as thou dost impart thy grace, The measure of our joyes is in this place, Let me not languish, then, and spend As is the dust, to which that life doth tend, All things are busie; only I Nor flowres to make that, nor the husbandrie I am no link of thy great chain, But all my companie is a weed. Lord, place me in thy consort; give one strain To my poore reed. GEORGE HERBERT. THE NEW JERUSALEM. O MOTHER dear, Jerusalem, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end, - O happy harbor of God's saints ! Thy walls are made of precious stone, O my sweet home, Jerusalem! Thy joys when shall I see?— The King sitting upon thy throne, And thy felicity? 258 DROP, drop, slow tears, And bathe those beauteous feet The news and prince of peace! His mercies to entreat; To cry for vengeance Sin doth never cease; In your deep floods Drown all my faults and fears; See sin but through my tears. PHINEAS FLETCHER. DARKNESS IS THINNING. So that our Master, having mercy on us, This of his mercy, ever-blesséd Godhead, ST. GREGORY THE GREAT (Latin). Translation I LOVE, AND HAVE SOME CAUSE I LOVE, and have some cause to love, the earth, — She is my tender nurse, she gives me food: Or what's my mother or my nurse to me? I love the air, - her dainty sweets refresh And with their polyphonian notes delight me : My careful purveyor; she provides me store; She walls me round; she makes my diet greater; She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore: But, Lord of oceans, when compared with thee, What is the ocean or her wealth to me! To heaven's high city I direct my journey, Without thy presence, heaven 's no heaven to me. Without thy presence, earth gives no refection, |