LXII LINES WRITTEN THE NIGHT BEFORE HIS E'en such is time; which takes on trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, But from this earth, this grave, this dust, LXIII Sir Walter Raleigh. EASTER MORNING. Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin, And that thy love we weighing worthily, May likewise love Thee for the same again: LXIV THE HEAVENLY JERUSALEM. Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see? 5. 5 10 O happy harbour of the saints! In thee no sorrow may be found, In thee no sickness may be seen, There lust and lucre cannot dwell, There is no hunger, heat, nor cold, Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy gates are of right orient pearl, Exceeding rich and rare. Thy turrets and thy pinnacles With carbuncles do shine; Thy very streets are paved with gold, Thy houses are of ivory, Thy windows crystal clear; Thy tiles are made of beaten gold; O God, that I were there! Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem, Would God I were in thee! 30 We that are here in banishment Continually do moan, We sigh, and sob, we weep and wail, Our sweet is mixed with bitter gall, Our joys scarce last the looking on, But there they live in such delight, 40 45 Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see! Anon. PART THE SECOND. LXV THE HAPPY LIFE. How happy is he born and taught, Whose passions not his masters are, Who envies none that chance doth raise, Who hath his life from rumours freed, Who God doth late and early pray -This man is freed from servile bands Sir Henry Wotton. 5 ΙΟ 15 20 LXVI WINIFREDA. Away, let nought to love displeasing, What though no grants of royal donors Our name, while virtue thus we tender, What though from fortune's lavish bounty Still shall each kind returning season 5 10 15 For we will live a life of reason, And that's the only life to live. 20 Through youth and age in love excelling, Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling, How should I love the pretty creatures, 25 |