. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . g but what breaks from thee. Well may my empty bed bewail thy loss, When thou art lodgd upon thy shameful cross : EMBLEMS. 171 If thou refuse to share a bed with me,Well never part, Ill share a cross with thee. Anselm. in Protolog. i. ,if thou are not present, where shall I seek theeabsent ? if everywhere, why do I not see thee present ?thou dwellest in light inaccessible ; and where is thatinaccessible light ? or how shall I have access to lightinaccessible ? I beseech thee, Lord, teach me to se
. Emblems, divine and moral : The school of the heart; and Hieroglyphics of the life of man . g but what breaks from thee. Well may my empty bed bewail thy loss, When thou art lodgd upon thy shameful cross : EMBLEMS. 171 If thou refuse to share a bed with me,Well never part, Ill share a cross with thee. Anselm. in Protolog. i. ,if thou are not present, where shall I seek theeabsent ? if everywhere, why do I not see thee present ?thou dwellest in light inaccessible ; and where is thatinaccessible light ? or how shall I have access to lightinaccessible ? I beseech thee, Lord, teach me to seekthee, and show thyself to the seeker ; because I canneither seek thee, unless thou teach me ; nor find thee,unless thou show thyself to me : let me seek thee indesiring thee, and desire thee in seeking thee : let mefind thee in loving; thee, and love thee in finding; thee. Epig. 10. Where should thou seek for rest, but in thy bedBut now thy rest is gone, thy rest is fled :Tis vain to seek him there : my soul, be wise ;Go ask thy sins, they 11 tell thee where he lies. EMBLEMS. Embl em 11. CAXTICLES III. 2. / will rise, and go about the city^ and will seek himwhom my soul loveth : I sought hi?n^ but I found himnot. r~\ HOW my disappointed soul s perplexd !^^ Mow restless thoughts swarm in my breast!How vainly pleasd with hopes, then crossly vext With fears! and how betwixt them both distrest!What place is left unransackd Oh ! where nextShall I go seek the author of my rest ? Of what blessd angel shall my lips inquireThe undiscoverd way to that entireAnd everlasting solace of my hearts desire ? troubled EMBLEMS. 173 I Look how the stricken hart, that wounded flies Oer hills and dales, and seeks the lower groundsFor running streams, the whilst his weeping eyes Beg silent mercy from the following hounds ; At length, embost, he droops, drops down, and lies | Beneath the burthen of his bleeding wounds : | Een so my gasping soul, dissolvM in tears, i Doth search for thee, my God, who
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