His Golden Grove, Connor, and afterwards of Dromore. written during his retirement in Wales, treated of Things to be Believed, Things to be Done, Things to be Prayed for, and concluded with some hymns for festivals and solemn days. His vivid and exuberant imagination found freer scope in prose than in measure; but his poetry is by no means wanting in the qualities which gave splendour to his general style. The following is part of a hymn for Advent: When, Lord, O when, shall we Our dear salvation see? Arise, arise! Our fainting eyes Have longed all night; and 'twas a long one too. But Thou hast given us hopes that we At length another day shall see Wherein each vile neglected place, Gilt with the aspect of Thy face, Shall be, like that, the porch and gate of heaven. See how the nations throng: All human kind, Knit and combined Into one body, look for Thee their Head. Pity our multitude; Lord, we are vile and rude, Headless, and senseless, without Thee, Of all things but the want of Thy blest face : And Thy bright self to this our body wed!1 From the Second Hymn for Advent: Lord, come away : Why dost Thou stay? The road is ready, and Thy paths, made straight, The consecration of Thy beauteous feet. Lord, here 1 Jeremy Taylor's Works, ed. by Bishop Heber, vol. xv. p. 76. Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein : And then, if our stiff tongues shall be Hosanna! and Thy glorious footsteps greet. Amen.1 George Wither (1588-1667) is sometimes called the Puritan poet. The term is not quite correct, for he did not adopt Puritan opinions till 1646, and many of his poems were published long before this. His life was spent among many vicissitudes. He had been brought up in comfort, if not in luxury, and had spent two years at Magdalen College, Oxford, when a sudden reverse in his father's fortunes summoned him home to hold the plough. After a while he made his way to London, and entered at Lincoln's Inn. He soon became known as a writer of poetry and satire. Tho galling force with which he lashed the vices of the time made him enemies, and lodged him for some time in the Marshalsea prison, where he appears to have suffered great hardships. In 1623 he published his Hymns and Songs of the Church. They were set to music by Orlando Gibbons, one of the best musicians of the day. In 1625 he acted a noble part in aiding the sick and dying in the Plague. In 1631 he published his version of the Psalms. During the Civil Wars he threw himself with great vigour and vehemence into the Puritan cause, and at the Restoration was sent first to Newgate, then to the Tower. 1663 he was released, and was in London at the time of the second Plague and the Great Fire. He was always a man of simple piety and austere principle, and, though he changed and veered in politics, it was not from lack of honesty. He lost the Protector's goodwill through his wholly unbending demeanour to him. In In his Hymns and Songs of the Church, Wither rendered into verse a good deal of the poetry both of the Old and New Testaments. The following is the second verse in the Song of Deborah : When Thou departedst, Lord, from Seir, Earth shook, the heavens dropped there, Lord, at Thy sight Lord God of Israel !1 These are followed by hymns for the holy days and fast days of the Church, and for other special occasions. I quote the first two stanzas out of sixteen of the Song for Good Friday: You that like heedless strangers pass along, As if nought here concernéd you to-day; By them He loved was most unkindly used; Among his other hymns may be specially mentioned the carol, 'As on the Night before this Happy Morn❜3. the psalm beginning, Come, O come, in pious lays, Sing we God Almighty's praise'-the morning hymn, 'Since Thou hast added now, O God, Unto my life another day,' and especially his evening hymn, ‘Behold the sun, that seemed but now Enthroned overhead,' which 1 George Wither's Hymns and Songs of the Church, ed. by E. Farr. Song iii. 2 Id. Song lv. 3 Id. Song xlvi. It may be also seen in Sylvester's Garland of Christmas Carols, p. III. It is quoted in Lord Selborne's Book of Praise, as are also the Morning and Evening Hymns. last I forbear quoting, only to give more room for a part of his delightful Lullaby Song: Sweet baby, sleep! What ails my dear, Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear? His holy Spouse thy mother too. While thus thy lullaby I sing, For thee great blessings ripening be ; And hath a kingdom bought for thee. Sweet baby, sleep, and nothing fear; And God and angels are thy friends. When God with us was dwelling here, Such innocents as thou, my dear, Sweet baby, etc. A little infant once was He, And strength in weakness then was laid Upon His Virgin mother's knee, That power to thee might be conveyed. Sweet baby, etc. In this thy frailty and thy need He friends and helpers doth prepare, The wants that He did then sustain Have purchased wealth, my babe, for thee; Thy rest and ease securéd be. My baby, etc. Thou hast, yet more, to perfect this, A promise and an earnest got Of gaining everlasting bliss, Though thou, my babe, perceiv'st it not. Among his other poems, I must simply refer to a pleasing Hymn for Anniversaries of Marriage, and to some pathetic lines on the Loss of an only Child1 Nicholas Billingsly published his Treasury of Divine Raptures in 1667. In it he has ranged a great variety of subjects in a series of short poems, under the first three letters of the alphabet. They are not very noteworthy, but some contain pithy expressions. under the heading Burdens: God never burthens us, but that He may Thus, John Austin, a Roman Catholic, published in 1668 his Devotions in the Ancient Way of Offices. Among the prayers and meditations there are a number of hymns. The following is from the Office for Sunday Lauds:Hark, my soul, how every thing Strives to serve the bounteous king: Each a double tribute pays, Sings its part, and then obeys. Nature's sweet and chiefest quire Him with cheerful notes admire ; Whilst the grove their song applauds. Though their voices lower be, Never pause but still sing on. All the flowers that gild the spring 1 E. Taylor's Flowers and Fruits from Old English Gardens, p. 105. 2 Corser's Collectanea Anglo-Poetica, ii. 204. |