All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all
Each little flower that opens, Each little bird that sings, He made their glowing colours, He made their tiny wings
Good, and great God, can I not think of thee, But it must, straight, my melancholy bee
Is it interpreted in mee disease, That, laden with my sinnes
I seeke for ease
O, be thou witnesse, that the reines dost know, And hearts of all, ...
O who will show me those delights on high
Echo
I
Thou Echo, thou art mortall, all men know
Carol, every violet
Heaven for a looking-glass
Every little valley
Under many-clouded skies;
Seeing we never found gay fairyland(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned;
Nor bugled Asgard, s...
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter
Up vistaed hopes I s...
Fish (fly-replete, in depth of June,
Dawdling away their wat'ry noon)Ponder deep wisdom, dark or clear,
Each secret fishy hope or fear
Fish say, they have their Stream and Pond;