Son-Days
. 1 Bright shadows of true Rest! some shoots of bliss, Heaven once a week;
The next world's gladness prepossest in this; A day to seek;
Eternity in time; the steps by which We Climb above all ages;
Lamps that light Man through his heap of dark days; and the rich,
And full redemption of the whole week's flight. 2 The Pulleys unto headlong man; time's bower; The narrow way;
Transplanted Paradise;
God's walking hour; The Cool o'th' day;
The Creatures' Jubilee;
God's parle with dust;
Heaven here;
Man on the hills of Myrrh, and flowers;
Angels descending; the Returns of Trust;
A Gleam of glory, after six-days'-showers. 3 The Church's love-feasts;
Time's Prerogative, And Interest Deducted from the whole;
The Combs, and hive, And home of rest.
The milky way chalked out with suns; a clue That guides through erring hours; and in full story A taste of Heav'n on earth; the pledge, and cue Of a full feast:
And the Out Courts of glory.
Henry Vaughan
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The Call
1 ME, my heart come, my head, In sighs, and tears 'Tis now, since you have lain thus dead, Some twenty years ; Awake, awake, Some pity take Upon yourselves
The Dedication
To my most merciful, my most loving, and dearly loved ER, the ever blessed, the only LY and ST
The Dawning
Ah what time wilt Thou come when shall that cry,The bridegroom's coming, fill the sky Shall it in the evening run,
Death A Dialogue
IS a sad Land, that in one day Hath dull'd thee thus ; when death shall freeze Thy blood to ice, and thou must stay Tenant for years, and centuries ; How wilt thou brook't Body I cannot tell ;