Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . h around unseenTo spoil that bloom, so dear in heavenly eyes,Which nothing can recall: O, learn to prizeThat ignorance, let manhood wait awhile :Manhood must learn of Childhood to be wiseIn wisdom prized of God, and free from guile ;—Her very light deceives, her wisdom doth defile. LIFE. George Herbert. I made a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tieMy life within this band. LIFE AND TIME. 239 But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they,By noon, most cunningly did steal away And withered in rny ha
Church poetry : or, Christian thoughts in old and modern verse . h around unseenTo spoil that bloom, so dear in heavenly eyes,Which nothing can recall: O, learn to prizeThat ignorance, let manhood wait awhile :Manhood must learn of Childhood to be wiseIn wisdom prized of God, and free from guile ;—Her very light deceives, her wisdom doth defile. LIFE. George Herbert. I made a posy, while the day ran by : Here will I smell my remnant out, and tieMy life within this band. LIFE AND TIME. 239 But Time did beckon to the flowers, and they,By noon, most cunningly did steal away And withered in rny hand. My hand was next to them, and then my heart:I took without more thinking, in good part Times gentle admonition ;Who did so sweetly deaths sad taste convey,Making my mind to smell my fatal day, Yet sugaring the suspicion. Farewell, dear flowers ! sweetly your time ye spent;Fit, while ye lived, for smell or ornament; And, after death, for follow straight, without complaints or grief;Since, if my scent be good, I care not if It be as short as 240 LIFE AND TIME» Shirley. The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things :There is no armour against fate :Death lays his icy hands on kings :Sceptre and crownMust tumble down,And in the dust be equal madeWith the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field,And plant fresh laurels where they kill;But their strong nerves at last must yield,They tame but one another or lateThey stoop to fate,And must give up their murmuring breath,When they, pale captives, creep to death, The garlands wither on your brow,Then boast no more your mighty deeds : LIFE AND TIME. 241 Upon deaths purple altar now, See where the victor-victim bleeds ! Your heads must come To the cold the actions of the justSmell sweet and blossom in the dust. EMBLEMS. From Englands Helicon As withereth the primrose by the river,As fadeth summers sun from gliding fountains,As vanisheth the l
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