Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . h bring,Doth some things mortal, some immortal call; Now, if himself were but a mortal thing,He could not judge immortal things at all. For when we judge, our minds we mirrors make ; And as those glasses which material be,Forms of material things do only take ; For thoughts or minds in them we cannot see; 2/4 FUTURE STATE. So when we God and angels do conceive,And think of truth, which is eternal too; Then do our minds immortal forms receive,Which, if they mortal were, they could not do. And as if beasts conceivd what reason were
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . h bring,Doth some things mortal, some immortal call; Now, if himself were but a mortal thing,He could not judge immortal things at all. For when we judge, our minds we mirrors make ; And as those glasses which material be,Forms of material things do only take ; For thoughts or minds in them we cannot see; 2/4 FUTURE STATE. So when we God and angels do conceive,And think of truth, which is eternal too; Then do our minds immortal forms receive,Which, if they mortal were, they could not do. And as if beasts conceivd what reason were,And that conception should distinctly show, They should the name of reasonable bear ;For, without reason, none could reason know : So when the soul mounts with so high a wing,As of eternal things, she doubts can move ! She proofs of her eternity doth bring,Een when she strives the contrary to prove. For een the thought of immortality, Being an act done, without the bodys aid, Shows that herself alone could move and be,Although the body in the grave were FUTURE STATE. 275 HEAVEN IN PROSPECT. Henry Vaughan. They are all gone into a world of light,And I alone sit lingering here ;Their very memory is fair and bright,And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast,Like stars upon some gloomy grove ;Or those faint beams in which yon hill is drestAfter the suns remove. I see them walking in an air of glory,Whose light doth trample on my days ;My days which are at best but dull and hoary,Mere glimmerings and decays. O, holy hope, and high humility, High as the heavens above ! These are your walks, and you have showd them me To kindle my cold love. 276 FUTURE STATE. Dear beauteous Death, the jewel of the just,Shining no where but in the dark,What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust;Could man outlook that mark! He that hath found some fledgd birds nest, may knowAt first sight if the bird be flown ;But what fair field or grove he sings in now,That is to him
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