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6 THE MAN THAT HATH NO MUSIC” 11
The Heaven such grace did lend her,
For beauty lives with kindness,
To help him of his blindness;
That Silvia is excelling;
Upon the dull earth dwelling:
From “ Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA."
- From “ As You LIKE IT."
« The Man that hath no Music in Himself”
The man that hath no music in himself,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
- From "THE MERCHANT OF VENICE."
5 How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sound of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony.
Sit, Jessica : look, how the floor of heaven 10 Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold:
There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st,
- From "MERCHANT OF VENICE."
Teach me, my God and King,
In all things Thee to see,
To do it as for Thee.
6 SWEET IS THE BREATH OF MORN" 13
All may of Thee partake:
Nothing can be so mean
Will not grow bright and clean.
Makes drudgery divine:
Makes that and th' action fine.
This is the famous stone
That turneth all to gold;
Cannot for less be told.
“ Sweet is the Breath of Morn”
Sweet is the breath of Morn, her rising sweet
Now came still evening on, and twilight gray
They to their grassy couch, these to their nests,
The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, 10 Rising in clouded majesty, at length
Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light,
Sonnet on his Blindness
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent, which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He, returning, chide:
“Doth God exact day labor, light denied ?” 20 I fondly ask; but Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
Either man's work, or His own gifts; who best
WHEN ALL THY MERCIES"
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best.
They also serve who only stand and wait.”
“When All Thy Mercies”
WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God!
My rising soul surveys,
In wonder, love, and praise.
Thy tender care bestowed,
From whom those comforts flowed.
With heedless steps, I ran,
And led me up to man.
My daily thanks employ;
That tastes those gifts with joy.