. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . them, hut I found him whom mysoul loveth : I held him, and would not let him go. What secret corner, what unwonted way, Has scapd the ransack of my rambling thought iThe fox by night, nor the dull owl by day, Have never searchd those places I have sought,Whilst thy lamented absence taught my breastThe ready road to grief, without request;My day had neither comfort, nor my night had rest. How hath my unregarded language vented The sad tautologies of lavish passion
. Emblems, divine and moral. New ed., carefully rev. and corr., with recommendatory prefaces by Augustus Toplady, and John Ryland . them, hut I found him whom mysoul loveth : I held him, and would not let him go. What secret corner, what unwonted way, Has scapd the ransack of my rambling thought iThe fox by night, nor the dull owl by day, Have never searchd those places I have sought,Whilst thy lamented absence taught my breastThe ready road to grief, without request;My day had neither comfort, nor my night had rest. How hath my unregarded language vented The sad tautologies of lavish passion !How often have I languishd unlamented! How oft have I complaind without compassion !I askd the city-watch ; but some denied meThe common street, whilst others would mis-guide me; [ would debar me ; some divert me ; some deride Mark how the widowd turtle, having lostThe faithful partner of her loyal her feeble wings from coast to coast,Haunts evry path, thinks evry shade doth partHer absent love and her; at length, re-betakes her to her lonely bed,And there bewails her everlasting ElvTBLEHyLlz. €0111 my fiTift Arms inrtrrif^ hitri irmifu/. BOOK IV. EMBLEMS. 59 So, when my soul had progressd every placeThat love and dear affection could contrive,I threw me on my couch, resolvd t embraceA death for him, in whom I ceasd to live :But there injurious Hymen did presentHis landscape joys ; my pickled eyes did ventFull streams of briny tears, tears never to be spent. Whilst thus my sorrow-wasting soul was feeding Upon the radcal humour of her thought,Een whilst mine eyes were blind, and heart wasbleeding,He that was sought unfound, was found unsought:As if the sun should dart his orb of lightInto the secrets of the black-browd night,Een so appeard my love, my soul, my souls delight. O how mine eyes, now ravishd at the sight Of my bright Sun, shot flames of equal fire!Ah ! how my soul dissolved with ovr-delight,To re-enjoy the cr
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