Come, my way, my truth, my life— Such a way as gives us breath; Such a truth as ends all strife; Such a life as killeth death. Come my light, my feast, my strength— Such a light as shows a feast; Such a feast as mends in length; Such a strength as makes His guest. Come my joy, my love, my heart! Such a joy as none can move; Such a love as none can part; Such a heart as joys in love.
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I Made a posie, while the day ran by: “Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie My life within this band.” But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they By noon most cunningly did steal away, And withered in my hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart; I took,... |
Thou whose sweet youth and early hopes enhance Thy rate and price, and mark thee for a treasure, Hearken unto a Verser, who may chance Rhyme thee to good, and make a bait of pleasure: A verse may find him who a sermon flies And turn delight into a sacrifice... |
Said I not so,—that I would sin no more? Witness, my God, I did; Yet I am run again upon the score: My faults cannot be hid. What shall I do?—make vows and break them still? ’T will be but labor lost; My good cannot prevail against mine ill: The business will be crost. O, say not... |
WHEN God at first made man, Having a glass of blessings standing by, Let us (said he) pour on him all we can: Let the world’s riches, which dispersèd lie, Contract into a span. So strength first made a way; Then beauty flowed, then wisdom, honor, pleasure: When almost all... |
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Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave; And asked if Peace were there. A hollow wind did seem to answer, “No! Go, seek elsewhere.” I did; and, going, did a rainbow note: “Surely,” thought I, “... |
