46. AFFLICTION. My heart did heave, and there came forth O God!' By that I knew that Thou wast in the grief, To guide and govern it to my relief, Making a scepter of the rod : Hadst Thou not had Thy part, Sure the unruly sigh had broke my heart. But since Thy breath gave me both life and shape, The sigh then onely is A gale to bring me sooner to my blisse. Thy life on earth was grief, and Thou art still A point of honour now to grieve in me, And in Thy members suffer ill. They who lament one crosse, Thou dying daily, praise Thee to Thy losse. 47. THE STARRE. Bright spark, shot from a brighter place, Where beams surround my Saviour's face, So well as there? Yet if thou wilt from thence depart, Take a bad lodging in my heart; 5 ΙΟ 15 5 For thou canst make a debter, And make it better. First with thy fire-work burn to dust And make it shine. So, disengag'd from sinne and sicknesse, That it may hang and move After thy love. Then with our trinitie, of light, Motion, and heat, let's take our flight Unto the place where thou Before didst bow. Get me a standing there, and place Among the beams which crown the face Of Him Who dy'd to part Sinne and my heart; That so among the rest I may Glitter, and curle, and winde as they : That winding is their fashion Of adoration. Sure thou wilt joy by gaining me To flie home, like a laden bee, Unto that hive of beams And garland-streams. ΙΟ 15 according to 20 25 30 O day most calm, most bright, Thy torch doth show the way. The other dayes and thou Make up one man, whose face thou art, Till thy release appeare. 5 10 working or week days Man had straight forward gone We could not choose but look on still, Since there is no place so alone The which He doth not fill. Sundaies the pillars are On which heav'n's palace archèd lies ; The other dayes fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities: 15 20 25 They are the fruitfull beds and borders In God's rich garden: that is bare Which parts their ranks and orders. Thredded together on Time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife More plentifull then hope. This day my Saviour rose, And did inclose this light for His; 30 35 40 Who want herbs for their wound. Our great Redeemer did remove rest-day Sabbath The rest of our creation With the same shake which at His passion earthquake Did th' earth and all things with it move. As Samson bore the doores away, Christ's hands, though nail'd, wrought our salvation, And did unhinge that day. The brightnesse of that day We sullied by our foul offence: Wherefore that robe we cast away, 46 50 Having a new at His expense, Whose drops of bloud paid the full price That was requir'd to make us gay, 55 And fit for Paradise. Thou art a day of mirth: And where the week-dayes trail on ground, Thy flight is higher, as thy birth. O, let me take thee at the bound, Leaping with thee from sev'n to sev'n, Till that we both, being toss'd from earth, 60 Money, thou bane of blisse and source of wo, Whence com'st thou, that thou art so fresh and fine? I know thy parentage is base and low,— Man found thee poore and dirtie in a mine. Surely thou didst so little contribute To this great kingdome, which thou now hast got, That he was fain, when thou wert destitute, To digge thee out of thy dark cave and grot. Then forcing thee, by fire he made thee bright : Nay, thou hast got the face of man; for we Have with our stamp and seal transferred our right; Thou art the man, and man but drosse to thee. Man calleth thee his wealth, who made thee rich; |