. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to Him; and instructed by Him. With The learning of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man. . e proud blast, and timely steppd between ! 0 goodness, far transcending the report Of lavish tongues ! too vast to comprehend !Amazing quill, how far dost thou come short To express expressions that so far transcend !You blessed courtiers of the eternal court,Whose full-mouthd hallelujahs have no that world of praises that belongsTo your great Sovreign ; fill your holy tonguesWith our hosann
. The school of the heart : or, The heart of itself gone away from God, brought back again to Him; and instructed by Him. With The learning of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man. . e proud blast, and timely steppd between ! 0 goodness, far transcending the report Of lavish tongues ! too vast to comprehend !Amazing quill, how far dost thou come short To express expressions that so far transcend !You blessed courtiers of the eternal court,Whose full-mouthd hallelujahs have no that world of praises that belongsTo your great Sovreign ; fill your holy tonguesWith our hosannas mixd with your seraphic songs. 224 HIEROGLYPHICS OF S. Bern. If thou desirest the help of angels, fly the comfortsof the world, and resist the temptations of the devil. He will give his angels charge over thee. 0 whatreverence, what love, what confidence, deserveth sosweet a saying! For their presence, reverence; fortheir good will, love ; for their tuition, confidence. Epig. flame, art thou disturbd, diseasd, and drivenTo death with storms of grief ? point thou to Heaven:One angel there shall ease thee more alone,Than thrice as many thousands of thy own. THE LIFE OF MAN. 6. 225. Tempus eriU The time shall come when all must yield their breath:Till then, Time checks the uplifted hand of Death. ECCLES. m. everything there is an appointed time. TIME. DEATH. Time. gEHOLD the frailty of this slender snuflP;Alas ! it hath not long to last;Q 226 HIEROGLYPHICS OF Without the help of either thief or puff, Her weakness knows the way to waste:Nature hath made her substance apt enoughTo spend itself, and spend too fast:It needs the help of none,That is so proneTo lavish out untouchd, and languish all alone. Death, Time, hold thy peace, and shake thy slow-pacd sand;Thine idle minutes make no way:Thy glass exceeds her hour, or else doth stand ; I cannot hold, I cannot thy pleading, and enlarge my hand;I surfeit with too long delay :This brisk, this bold-facd light
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