. Emblems, divine and moral . ns life : on thee my hopes rely;If thou remove, I err, I grope, I die. Disclose thy sun-beams, close thy wings and stay;See, see how I am blind and dead, and stray,0 thou that art my light, my life, my way. 156 EMBLEMS. BOOK Hi. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. dost thou hide thy face? happily thou Aviltsay, None can see thy face and live: Ah, Lord, let medie, that I may see thee ; let me see thee, that I maydie : I would not live, hut die; that I may see Christ,I desire death ; that I may live with Christ, I despise life. Anselm. Med. Cap. v. 0 excellent hiding, wh
. Emblems, divine and moral . ns life : on thee my hopes rely;If thou remove, I err, I grope, I die. Disclose thy sun-beams, close thy wings and stay;See, see how I am blind and dead, and stray,0 thou that art my light, my life, my way. 156 EMBLEMS. BOOK Hi. S. August. Soliloq. Cap. dost thou hide thy face? happily thou Aviltsay, None can see thy face and live: Ah, Lord, let medie, that I may see thee ; let me see thee, that I maydie : I would not live, hut die; that I may see Christ,I desire death ; that I may live with Christ, I despise life. Anselm. Med. Cap. v. 0 excellent hiding, which is become my perfection!My God, thou hidest thy treasure, to kindle my de-sire ! thou hidest thy pearl, to inflame the seeker;thou delayest to give, that thou mayest teach me toimportune ; seemest not to hear, to make me perse-vere. Epig. Heavns all-quickning eyes vouchsafe to shineUpon our souls, we slight; if not, we whine :Our equinoctial hearts can never lieSecure, beneath the tropics of that eye. EMBLEMS, 15; JER. IX. 1. Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountainof tears, that I might weep day aiid night. QH that mine eyes were springs, and could trans-formTheir drops to seas ; my sighs into a stormOf zeal, and sacred violence, whereinThis labring vessel, laden with her sin, 158 EMBLEMS. BOOK iii. Might suffer sudden shipwreck, and be splitUpon that rock, where my drenchd soul may sit,Oerwhelmd with plenteous passion : Oh, and thereDrop, drop, into an everlasting tear !Ah me ! that evry sliding vein that wandersThrough this vast isle, did work her wild meandersIn brackish tears instead of blood, and swellThis flesh with holy dropsies, from whose warm with sighs, may fume my wasting breath,Whilst I dissolve in streams, and reek to death !These narrow sluices of my dribbling eyesAre much too strait for those quick springs that rise,And hourly fill my temples to the top ;I cannot shed for every sin a drop ;Great Builder of mankind, why hast t
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