. Emblems divine and moral . t soul shall feel the firesOf thy sweet voice, and my dissolvd desiresShall turn a sovreign balsam, to make wholeThose wounds my sins afflicted on thy soul. 276 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. ixxiv. What fire is this that so warmeth my heart ?what light is this that so enlighteneth my soul ? Ofire ! that always burneth, and never goeth out,kindle mo : O light, which ever shineth, and artnever darkened, illuminate me; O that I had myheat from thee, most holy fire! how sweetly dostthou bum! how secretly dost thou shine ! howdesiredly dost thou inflame me !
. Emblems divine and moral . t soul shall feel the firesOf thy sweet voice, and my dissolvd desiresShall turn a sovreign balsam, to make wholeThose wounds my sins afflicted on thy soul. 276 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. ixxiv. What fire is this that so warmeth my heart ?what light is this that so enlighteneth my soul ? Ofire ! that always burneth, and never goeth out,kindle mo : O light, which ever shineth, and artnever darkened, illuminate me; O that I had myheat from thee, most holy fire! how sweetly dostthou bum! how secretly dost thou shine ! howdesiredly dost thou inflame me ! S. BoNAVENT. Stim. Amoris. Cap. viii. It maketh God man, and man God ; tilingstemporal, eternal; mortal, immortal; it makethan enemy, a friend ; A servant, a son : vile things,glorious: cold hearts, fiery; and hard things, li-quid. Epig. 5. My soul, thy gold is true, but full of dross ;The Saviours breath refines thee with some loss;His gentle furnace makes thee pure as true ;Thou must be melted ere thart cast anew. BOOK PSALM \Miom have I in heaven but thee P and there is noneupon earth that I desire beside thee. I LOVE (and have some cause to love) the earth; She is my Makers creature, therefore good : She is my mother, for she gave me birth; She is my tender nurse; she gives me food: [thee ?But whats a creature-, Lord, compard withOr whats my mother, or my nurse, to mc ? 278 KMBLEMS. BOOK 5. I love the air ; her dainty sweets refresh My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me ; Her shrill-mouthd choir sustain me with theirflesh, And with their Polyphonian notes delight me :But whats the air, or all the sweets, that sheCan bless my soul withal, compard to thee ? I love the sea; she is my fellow-creature,My careful purveyor; she provides me store :She walls me round; she makes my diet greater;She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore;But, Lord of oceans, when compard with thee,What is the ocean, pr her wealth, to me ? To Heavns high city I direct my journey
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