. Emblems, divine and moral . breaks from thee. Well may my empty bed bewail thy loss. When thou art lodgd upon thy shameful cross : If thou refuse to share a bed with me, We 11 never part, Ill share a cross with thee. q2 228 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. / Anselm. in Protolog. i. Lord, if thou art not present, where shall I seekthee absent ? if everywhere, why do I not see theepresent 1 thou dwellest in light inaccessible ; andwhere is that inaccessible light ? or how shall I haveaccess to light inaccessible ? I beseech thee. Lord,teach me to seek thee, and show thyself to the seeker ;because I can neith
. Emblems, divine and moral . breaks from thee. Well may my empty bed bewail thy loss. When thou art lodgd upon thy shameful cross : If thou refuse to share a bed with me, We 11 never part, Ill share a cross with thee. q2 228 EMBLEMS. BOOK iv. / Anselm. in Protolog. i. Lord, if thou art not present, where shall I seekthee absent ? if everywhere, why do I not see theepresent 1 thou dwellest in light inaccessible ; andwhere is that inaccessible light ? or how shall I haveaccess to light inaccessible ? I beseech thee. Lord,teach me to seek thee, and show thyself to the seeker ;because I can neither seek thee, unless thou teach me ;nor find thee, unless thou show thyself to me : let meseek thee in desiring thee, and desire thee in seekingthee : let me find thee in loving thee, and love theein finding thee. Epig. should thou seek for rest, but in thy bed ?But now thy rest is gone, thy rest is fled:Tis vain to seek him there : my soul, be w4se ;Go ask thy sins, they 11 tell thee where he lies. EMBLEMS. 229 CANTICLES lU. 2. / vrill rise, and go about the city, and mill seek Mmwhom my soul loceth : I sought him, but I foundhim not. Q HOW my disappointed souls perplexed ! How restless thoughts swarm in my troubledbreast ! 230 EMBLEMS. 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 ? 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 follwing hounds ;At length, embost, he droops, drops down, and liesBeneath the burden of his bleeding wounds :Een so my gasping soul, dissolvd in tears,Doth search for thee, my God, whose deafend earsLeave me the unransomd prisner to my panic fears. Where have my b
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