Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied, 160 Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount Weep no more, woful shepherds, weep no more; For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, 165 Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor; And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore. 170 Flames in the forehead of the morning sky: So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along, 175 With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills, John Milton. 180 185 190 CXXVI THE CHRISTIAN'S REPLY TO THE PHILOSOPHER. The good in graves as heavenly seed are sown; When all the angels to their harvest come. Cannot Almighty Heaven (since flowers which pass 5 Thawed through a still, and there melt mingled too, Are raised distinct in a poor chymist's glass) Do more in graves than men in limbecs do? God bred the arts, to make us more believe O coward faith! religion's trembling guide! ΙΟ 15 Religion, ere imposed, should first be taught; Not seem to dull obedience ready laid, Then swallowed straight for ease, but long be sought; And be by reason counselled, though not swayed. 20 God has enough to human kind disclosed; The faithless Jews will this at doom confess, 25 Frail life! in which, through mists of human breath O reverend death! whose looks can soon advise 30 Even scornful youth, whilst priests their doctrine waste; O harmless death! whom still the valiant brave, And all the good embrace, who know the grave 35 Sir William Davenant. CXXVII MORTIFICATION. How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets Those clouts are little winding-sheets, Which do consign and send them unto death. When boys go first to bed, They step into their voluntary graves; Sleep binds them fast; only their breath Makes them not dead. Successive nights, like rolling waves, Convey them quickly, who are bound for death. When youth is frank and free, And calls for music, while his veins do swell, In company; That music summons to the knell, Which shall befriend him at the house of death. 5 10 15 When man grows staid and wise, Getting a house and home, where he may move Schooling his eyes; That dumb inclosure maketh love Unto the coffin, that attends his death. When age grows low and weak, Marking his grave, and thawing every year, A chair or litter shows the bier Which shall convey him to the house of death. Man, ere he is aware, Hath put together a solemnity, And dressed his hearse, while he has breath As yet to spare. Yet, Lord, instruct us so to die, That all these dyings may be life in death. 20 25 30 35 George Herbert. CXXVIII THE RETREAT. Happy those early days, when I Shined in my angel-infancy! 5 ΙΟ And in those weaker glories spy Before I taught my tongue to wound But felt through all this fleshly dress Oh how I long to travel back, But ah! my soul with too much stay CXXIX Henry Vaughan. A DROP OF DEW. See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new, And in its little globe's extent, Shines with a mournful light, |