Of armed angels wait to entertain Those purged souls, for which the Lamb was slain; Of whose giv'n life, gave the brave court her building; Her streets with burnish'd gold are paved round; Whose sweetness never gluts, nor fulness cloys: 17 30 40 Great ELOHIM, that glorious One in Three, And Three in One, and seeing him shall bless him, 50 Here stay, my soul, and, ravish'd in relation, Sweet Jesus, the Word of the Father, the brightness of paternal glory, whom angels delight to view, teach me to do thy will; that led by thy good Spirit, I may come to that blessed city, where day is eternal, where there is certain security, and secure eternity; and eternal peace, and peaceful happiness; and happy sweetness, and sweet pleasure; where thou, O GOD, with the Father and the Holy Spirit, livest and reignest world without end.-S. GREG. in Psal vii. Pœnitent. There is light without darkness; joy without grief; desire without punishment; love without sadness; satiety without loathing; safety without fear; health without disease; and life without death.-Ibidem. EPIG. 14. My soul, pry not too nearly! the complexion Of Sol's bright face is seen by the reflection: But wouldst thou know what's Heav'n? I'll tell thee what : Think what thou canst not think, and Heav'n is that. No. XV. Illustration-One seated on the ground, Christ seeking to hurry her away to the mountain Roes seen in the distance. Make haste, my beloved, and be thou like to a roe or to a young hart upon the mountains of spices.-CANTICLES viii. 14. 1 Go, gentle tyrant, go; thy flames do pierce My soul too deep; thy flames are too, too fierce; In th' torrid zone of thy meridian eye: 2 But wilt thou leave me, then? O thou, that art Leave, leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me; 30 how they wound! but how my wounds content me! 4 Turn back, my dear; O let my ravish'd eye Oh leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me; 5 If thou becloud the sunshine of thine eye, 6 But go not far beyond the reach of breath; Oh leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me; Fear not, O bride, nor despair; think not thyself contemned if thy Bridegroom withdraw his face a while: all things co-operate for the best; both from his absence, and his presence, thou gainest light he cometh to thee, and he goeth from thee: he cometh, to make thee consolate; he goeth, to make thee cautious, lest thy abundant consolation puff thee up: he cometh, that thy languishing soul may be comforted; he goeth, lest his familiarity should be contemned; and being absent, to be more desired; and being desired, to be more earnestly sought; and being long sought, to be more acceptably found.-Autor Scale Paradisi. Tom. ix. Aug. Cap. viii. EPIG. 15. My soul, sin's monster, whom with greater ease Ten thousand-fold thy God could make than please, What would'st thou have? Nor pleased with sun, nor shade? THE FAREWELL. Illustration-One leaning over a book, two Angels holding a crown of life over his head. Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown of life.-Rev. ii. 10. 1 BE faithful; LORD, what's that? Believe: 'Tis easy to believe; but what? That he whom thy hard heart hath wounded, Hath paid thy fine, and hath compounded Believe that he whose gentle palms Thy needle-pointed sins have nail'd, And made supply where thou hast fail'd: Did ever mis'ry find so strange relief? It is a love too strange for man's belief. 2 Believe that he, whose side Thy crimes have pierced with their rebellions, died To save thy guilty soul from dying Ten thousand horrid deaths, from whence There was no 'scape, there was no flying, But through his dearest blood's expense; Believe, this dying friend requires No other thanks for all his pain, But e'en the truth of weak desires, And, for his love, but love again: Did ever mis'ry find so true a friend? It is a love too vast to comprehend. 3 With floods of tears baptize And drench these dry, these unregen'rate eyes; Then And break this fleshly rock in sunder, That from this heart, this hell of grief, Oh, if thy mercies will remove And melt this lead from my belief, weep, mine eyes, as he hath bled; vouchsafe To drop for ev'ry drop an epitaph. 4 But is the crown of glory |