. Emblems, divine and moral . rd, give my soul the milk-white innocenceOf doves, and I shall have their pinions too :Had I the pinions of a clipping I would quit this earth, and soar above,And Heas blessd kingdom find, and Heavnsblessd King Jehove ! 300 EMBLEMS. BOOK v. S. August, in Psal. wings should I desire, but the two precepts oflove, on which the law and the prophets depend ! 0 ifI could obtain these wings, I could fly from thy faceto thy face, from the face of thy justice to the face ofthy mercy : let us find those wings by love, whichwe have lost by lust. S. Aug
. Emblems, divine and moral . rd, give my soul the milk-white innocenceOf doves, and I shall have their pinions too :Had I the pinions of a clipping I would quit this earth, and soar above,And Heas blessd kingdom find, and Heavnsblessd King Jehove ! 300 EMBLEMS. BOOK v. S. August, in Psal. wings should I desire, but the two precepts oflove, on which the law and the prophets depend ! 0 ifI could obtain these wings, I could fly from thy faceto thy face, from the face of thy justice to the face ofthy mercy : let us find those wings by love, whichwe have lost by lust. S. August, in Psal. us cast off whatsoever hindereth, entangleth, orburdeneth our flight, until we attain that which satis-fieth ; beyond which nothing is ; beneath which allthings are ; of which all things are. Epig. me, my wishing soul, didst ever tryHow fast the wings of red-crossd faith can fly 1Why beggst thou, then, the pinions of a dove 1Faiths wings are swifter; but the swiftest, love. EMBLEMS. 301 PSALM LXXXTV. 1. Horw amiable are thy tabernacles, 0 Lord of hosts I ^NCIEXT of days, to whom all times are now, Before whose glory seraphims do bowTheir blushing cheeks, and veil their blemishd faces,That, uncontaind, at once dost fill all places ; 302 EMBLEMS. BOOK v. How glorious, 0 how far beyond the height Of puzzled quills, or the obtuse conceit Of flesh and blood, or the too flat reports Of mortal tongues, are thy expressless courts ! Whose glory to paint forth with greater art, Ravish my fancy, and inspire my heart; Excuse my bold attempt, and pardon me For showing sense, what faith alone should see. Ten thousand millions, and ten thousand more Of angel-measurd leagues, from the eastern shore Of dungeon-earth, his glorious palace stands, Before whose pearly gates ten thousand bands Of armed angels wait to entertain Those purged souls, for which the Lamb was slain ; Whose guiltless death, and voluntary yielding Of whose givn life, gave the brave court
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